Thursday night in, and the inner Grace Jones comes out

Last night I spent a very amusing evening in some very good company. 

This nice little GIF only tells a very small portion of the evening's story. 

For further pics see Casey's blog. CLICK HERE, CLICK HERE, CLICK HERE.

Behind the scenes of the jangle, jangle GIF

Wish I'd ironed me fuckin tee.

All in a days work you know

Some simple tomfoolery from lunch. 

Although I say simple, it started as a three shot one indoor, but we had to perfect down the pub.

We don't drop the ball like...

Things I learned today

How to use photoshop! Whoop, whoop! One Jen Do 20-11 tat down, two to go.

Oh and the fact that Dunhill do this mega biotronic wallet. It bleeps your mobile if it's separated from you (within reason of course). No more phantom muggings! Got to get me one. Fucking cool.

Not quite what I was thinking

But maybe better. Was looking for interactive poster ideas and came across this. 

There's me looking for something digital, loads of mechanics, something that involved downloads/ uploads, touch screen, light activated, sound emitting... Then you realise real simple ideas are a lot more effective and often cleverer.

yummy sun

Sunny day and something nice to listen to compliment it. Not so far off Mr Blake, that man's become quite popular of late...

How To Dress Well - Ready For The World by futuresoundstemporary

Prease! no coat, prease!

So here's my somewhat sketchy show of pics for two and a bit Parisian days. 

Saucisson fingers over a champagne moment on Eurostar there and the life changing discovery of salted peanuts and peanut M&Ms making for one of the best snacks I've tried.

Hazy days walking, what felt like the entireity of Paris north of the Seine. Staggering from Bastille, up through Marias to Canal Saint Martin. 

Then to Monmartre to rediscover Diablo (what I once thought was a long lost companion from many a French family holiday and potentially a figment of my imagination).

Making the acquaintance of a Japanese lady from fudge magazine who heckled us for pictures: 'Prease, no coat, not coat, prease, it Spring feature, warm, no coat'. 


Bourg Tibourg, the name says it all, I'm not sure I need say more, but in essence a very funny night.


Then out to Bellville to grunge bars where things happen in toilets, men dress as women, no one would expect you not to be French and a vodka tonic is a free pour to a measure of the bartender's choosing leaving room for just a splash of tonic- if only it were like that here. And then photography got foggy. Just one more stop before the night gets started.

Down Oberkampf to disco bar, then to Charbon where we met Andre who should be Andre 3,000. 

Then to Noveau Casino where we walked in on a familiar sound and did a lot of dancing.
Salem, "Trapdoor" by selftitledmag

Sunday, more walking taking in most of the sights from the film Before Sunset. Before I sat rather tramp like on Pont Neuf to recover from one heavy night with only four hours sleep.

Then back down to earth with a clunk yesterday.

This is why I don't do digital

You end up with a picture about as accurate/ reliable as you might get with analogue, but it's not half as fun. 

So my record of a weekend in Paris, on the whole, is a semi-focused one.

But maybe I'm not giving my crappy Samsung digital any credit. Maybe it's more advanced than it's years. Maybe it can capture your actual feelings. (And I don't mean in that gay way that Makerteers might talk about 'capturing emotions'). Maybe, in pictoral form, it boxes off your state of being in that moment. In which case, SPOT ON SAMSUNG!

Nope, I'm kidding myself. Digital, you let me down.

And one day...

...I'm going to write like this.