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johnny9fingers) wrote2008-03-15 04:31 pm
johnny9fingers) wrote2008-03-15 04:31 pm
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I'm back from Cannes in one piece.
Too tired to think.
Gig went pretty well.
Fell slightly in love with our new (female) Sax player, like all the other chaps in the band. Cute and very accomplished and very smart to boot. Has a boyf so completely off limits, ergo: tend to feel parental even though she's in her thirties: If not parental then elder brother proud of especially brilliant younger sister.
Got hog-whimperingly drunk after the gig. Beer, red wine, Whisky. The headache was spectacular.
Met a whole bunch of new folk.
Saw my very first Bugatti Veyron.
Met a nice and witty lady lawyer with a nose piercing and an interest in India....Got her number. She lives about six or seven miles from me in London. Maybe will call her tomorrow.
Ears still fucking popping from the flight. Hate flying: hurts ears too much, though I really love the take-off moment.
No sleep last night due to late double-espresso, not attenuated by jazz cigarette as I will never bring jazz across borders or through customs.
V tired indeed.
Spent too much money.
Had a total fucking ball, my dears and am considering taking remedial French classes to bring me up to speed, just in case I ever move there (not that unlikely actually, if I can master basic French). Mind you, almost everyone spoke near-perfect English, dammit.
Too tired to think.
Gig went pretty well.
Fell slightly in love with our new (female) Sax player, like all the other chaps in the band. Cute and very accomplished and very smart to boot. Has a boyf so completely off limits, ergo: tend to feel parental even though she's in her thirties: If not parental then elder brother proud of especially brilliant younger sister.
Got hog-whimperingly drunk after the gig. Beer, red wine, Whisky. The headache was spectacular.
Met a whole bunch of new folk.
Saw my very first Bugatti Veyron.
Met a nice and witty lady lawyer with a nose piercing and an interest in India....Got her number. She lives about six or seven miles from me in London. Maybe will call her tomorrow.
Ears still fucking popping from the flight. Hate flying: hurts ears too much, though I really love the take-off moment.
No sleep last night due to late double-espresso, not attenuated by jazz cigarette as I will never bring jazz across borders or through customs.
V tired indeed.
Spent too much money.
Had a total fucking ball, my dears and am considering taking remedial French classes to bring me up to speed, just in case I ever move there (not that unlikely actually, if I can master basic French). Mind you, almost everyone spoke near-perfect English, dammit.
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Last we left Our Hero, I believe, the van had 20 hours to make it to Austin. That happened. They are apparently killing them at South by Southwest. Stay nude for the tunes.
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Will respond better later.
Sleep now.
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remedial French? Good idea! *hmm*