21.02.08
On my first weekend in the flat the apartment had a test,
My tiny little studio had to accommodate Jess.
My housemate from last year, booked a last minute flight,
Two days afterwards we were touring all the sights.
We managed all the attractions people associate with Paris,
I saw the Eiffel and Arc de Triomphe with the lovely “Bomber” Harris.
We toured the French capital, stopping off at Notre Dame,
Despite being an atheist and a Richard Dawkins fan.
We even saw the Louvre, which I’d seen the night before
Amy Coates, who loves to mother me, had given me a tour.
There are other things we did, that might bore you half to death,
But suffice to say we saw Paris, we walked it’s length and breadth.
If she was fatigued Jess showed little sign of it,
20 hrs without sleep didn’t stop her dancing to the Whip.
I showed her some Paris nightlife and took her to Showcase,
It wasn’t just the Whip, SMD supplied some tasty bass.
We went to Sacre-Coeur and place de la Bastille,
We meandered along the Seine and saw l’Hotel de Ville.
But everything went far too quickly, before I knew it she was gone.
Sad to see her go, but I’m not alone, well not for long.
Jess left me on Monday but Hudson comes today,
It feels like I’m running a B&B with the amount of guests coming to stay.
Work has been quite quiet with the owner in Berlin,
Searching for emerging artists he fancies exhibitionin’.
So things are ticking over, I’m managing just fine,
Despite man flu early in the week I think I will survive.
That’s it for now; I’ll tell you more sometime soon I hope,
And don’t forget to visit me, by plane, train or by boat.
Saturday, 1 March 2008
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