Paris, not Texas

First thing after getting to Paris we get in touch with my cousin Chris, we all go for a drink, but Ray insists on limbo-dancing in the foreground of every photo opportunity.


Paris en nuit is even more appealing than Paris in the sunshine which we enjoyed while watching many attractive women and the worlds laziest police force.


I met Phillipa, an Australian bar worker who wants to get into working in womens rights. She now owes me 1 million euros after it turned out that I was correct as to the fact that she came from the same country as Germaine Grier. I got one gin and tonic. I am waiting on payment on the next €999,997.36 which I am prepared to negotiate over.