Bonsoir!

Well, I have been away, but I am back and, quite frankly, unimpressed with the return to normality. The clan and I packed our trunks and left on a jet plane (well, a budget airline papermache creation that probably cost less than the stale egg sandwich I was overcharged for whilst on board), setting up camp in the Latin Quarter of Paris. I have found my spiritual place of calm and satisfaction. I have found a place where I can visit Oscar Wilde and Edith Piaf in the morning, buy pepper spray and snails in garlic sauce in the afternoon and be promised that all my drinks will be free if the men I am with partake of the skin sins in the Sexodrome or Pussy Palace. I have found Japanese eateries that serve steak so beautifully tender that it is merely shown the grill before it's served to you, bloody, soft and melty and French patiseries that offer cakes and sweet goodies that rot the canines whilst you browse.
I have also, in amoungst my tourist treats, become engaged to be married. I enjoy the term 'engaged to be married', it's links to the idea of a telephone being engaged offering a nod to the idea that I shall forever more emit a busy signal to all passing passes.