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Mar 07, 2007 17:29

Paris Trip 2007

So, flight was at Neuf Heures (nine o'clock) dans le matin (in the morning).... i decided to use the time to plan how the hell to get to the hotel and mark used it to draw rude pictures of me. I dont know what the hell richards doing... or ef and martin for that matter. Then it appears mark needed to sort out his 'epouvantails' - thats french for bogies.

Some more plane madness with the biggest map in the world! while ric and ef probably plan something mischevious - the swines.

Yeah, we really like our plane pictures...

So, once we eventually found the train station after being told that myself and young robert's cases had decided to stay in heathrow for a while, we crammed in and found even more photo-opportunities.

Marto and Sarah Kay enjoy the magic of the train despite warning that marto couldnt use his strapon.

Ah yes, more excitement on the moving, flat, escalator thingie where martin shared with us the extremely NOT funny joke... bless.

Possibly now finding ourselves close to civilisation on the actual metro while mark feeds everyone chocolate.

Metro Crew

Got off the metro at Tuileries to exchange notre mulah for the euro-things. terribly exciting stuff.

At last, sarah, mark and myself make it to our very own room where i practiced my 'dont-have-my-case-so-im-sad-face' and sarah perfected her 'earl-grey-tea-sucks-but-im-gona-drink-it' face.

The Gig was starting at half seven so we got the train to Pigale and firstly admired the rather interesting surroundings - i.e. peep shows and sex shops etc.

Got our dinner in Mcdonalds (where you can buy beer! its amazing i know) as we were pretty much faint from hunger - well the boys maay have been but were perhaps slightly too intoxicated to be aware of it. After that, we found the venue 'La Cigale'.

The view from our seat in La Cigale where we hid from the riotous threesome shouting at the band from the corner of the stage (not pointing any elbows...)

Mark and Sara decided that the rapture were not really doing it for them and opted to venture off in search of new things like the moulin rouge and more moving flat escalator thingies!

Whereas the rest of us stayed behind to witness ef n ric being hauled off the stage, martin launching himself off of the stage to be crowdsurfed as i hung over the balcony screaming, then me, bob and sarah joined them for the last part of the gig by the end of which martin had lost his t-shirt, ef was bargaining with band members to retrieve his grandpa's scarf from the stage, richard had chipped his tooth on the microphone singing on stage, bob had tried to straddle the lead singer... and thats not even half of the madness that was that night. probably a typical gig for these french types.

Luke's love for bob was declared to him via his nipple and richard discovered his own fondness of the bob.

The next morning i was still wearing the same clothes and did not wish to live anymore and everyone was feeling a tad hungover. especially effie who had disappeared with martin after the gig to... actually i dont know where they went but they were purty drunk by the time they got home.

Went for breakfast in this wee cafe place where we all enjoyed some food (except effie again who chucked up all of his food roughly 20 minutes later)

Headed back to the hotel where we met ric (who looks kinda like ryan from the oc in this pic...) and bob who was clearly feeling the effects of not having his case...

Then at alast, my case was returned to me and we headed up to the room so i could de-smell myslelf.

Mark and Sarah entertained themselves while i was in the shower...lol

Once the showering and the puking had ceased we headed out to the musee d'orsay

Needless to say we split into groups and me and Sara accompanied each other

So some idiot had the bright idea of walking to the eiffel tower after that... we were 15mins late for when we were sposed to be meeting everyone as the 'ten mnute walk' ended up a kinda 50 minute thing.

While waiting for the boys we entertained ourelves with giant candyfloss and shouting abuse at pigeons

The boys were infact on a journey in a magical three-tierd train to the champs-elysees to get tickets for the klaxons dj set that night

When they got to the eiffel tower, we were freezin and it was dark so we retired back to the hotel to get ready for our evening plans

So we decided to get all dressed up and go for dinner (bob took this a bit too literally at first and dressed like a knob) while the boys (martin, ef and ric) went off to The Showcase.

After some fun and games with setting the timer on the cameras we headed out sufficiently tipsy (except myself who was rat-arsed)

Gommy faces on the metro...

MY drunken face - we went to the champs-elysees but were too late to climb the arc de triomphe so we jst stood near it and took pictures.

Picked a nice restaurant where the staff were a bit on the bawbag side and i decided i was too drunk to eat though i did end up helping myself to some of sara's cheesy flaps.

Headed back to the hotel room to entertain bob's STUPID card drinking game which just got you to down a ridiculous amount of alcohol. there was no GAME involved.

we discovered that holding ur drink in ur mouth for 5minutes was NOT nice, or easy to do

also, downing rose wine is GROSS

Skins eat yer heart out

Yeah then Sara's case tripped me up and i hurt my arm :(

Most disgusting picture ever, then the weirdest picture ever, then the steaminist picture ever. oooooh, how did we get so drunk...?

Might have had something to do with that...

The next morning's hangover took me, mark and sara to place de vosges

We had lunch and cakes and marks was like a cigar... oooh.

Stood and watched a nice wee strink orchestra thingy playing then walked up through the jewish quarter (aka gayland)

Mark and Sara fell in love with the ice cream guy then we arrived at the Pompidou Centre

Saw some weirdo fountain thingies then took the glass escalator to the top

The view from the top of the pompidou centre was pretty awesome to be honest.

Mark and Sara got bored and headed to the tour eiffel (while unbeknown to them i was completely LOST in paris by myself, lol)

Bob, Sarah and Sara stayed in that night but the rest of us headed back to The Showcase for some over-priced drink and dancing

Probably marvelling at the wonder that was the 'ping-pong bitches' (from london) - they were infact, shite.

Marto performs his signature pose as mark wanders and richard most-likely pisses me off

I have never seen martin happier than when he was with those taps....

Apparently Richard started trying to eat people and i was blatantly wasted so i dragged mark home (needless to say again, we got lost)

The boys buggered off the next morning for their own adventure, where apparently they found a weird metal-building-thing

Paid a visit to the Louvre...

...discovered crepes and also the rule about no break-dancing on the track!

Meanwhile, we went to Montmartre and took a ride on the carousel

Climbed to the top to look around Sacre-Coeur and see the view

THEN, i found my favourite burger place EVER. It may look gross, but do not let that fool you. No no! My god, is it good.

Sara and I set off by ourselves to find Notre-Dame, which turned out to not be Notre-Dame, so we redirected ourselves to find it and came across this weird metal-building-thingie!

After seeeing a beautiful bride, we turned the map upside down , discovered we were heading in the complete WRONG direction and got the metro to it instead.

The amazing 'push' pictures... totally didnt get funny looks doing this...

Inside the church was pretty intense, there was a minister dude and some choir chicks and loads of people lighting candles...

Then we used a flash in the church and i said 'bollocks' twice so when we came out it got really dark and rainy... oops.

Needless to again that i got us lost after tht and we were late meetin bob and sarah, but once we got to them we went straight to the louvre and did some star-jumps...

Naturally, when in the Louvre one must see the Mona Lisa - just because we saw it in the gift shop doesnt make it any less special. I knew at least Ms Alexus Beans would appreciate Van Gough's masterpiece... right hen?