Week 4

I knew this would be a good week, after Saturday's result,
England squeezed past France saving me from insults.
I watched the game in an Irish bar surrounded by the French
Who screamed "Allez les Bleus" or cheered when Chabal came off the bench.
The French are briliant losers and I was left alone,
As I sang "swing low, sweet charriot, coming forth to carry me home"!
Monday brought with it, two scary propositions
I had to go to a press conference about classical musicians.
But far far worse and frightening i'd have to go alone,
Believe me when I tell you this shook me to my bone.
This isn't jumping in at the deep end of your local swimming pool,
This is trying to cross the Atlantic and trying it front crawl!
But it went really well and I felt part of the press
Although I turned up in a suit and therfore overdressed
Everyone else came along in jeans and someone brought their dog,
Yet another thing that's weird, over here in the land of the frog.
Everything else is rosy, and i've sampled Nice's nightlife
But there's alot to be desired if Wayne's bar is a highlight.
A prick on a laptop computer mixing really random songs,
Anyone who mixes Greenday with Justice is certainly no Pete Tong.
People start dancing on the tables by 10 o'clock at night,
For me it's the lack of locals that confirms it's really shite.
I'm desperate to find a decent club to throw some foreign shapes,
Since Wayne's bar gets a little crowded and plays music that I hate.
Anway that's it for now, i'll update you all real soon,
Hopefully after hearing some dirty techno tune!