ok kids, what you are qqboutq to reqfd mqy shock you,but it hqs to bre done, pleqqse fogive the letters but this is the first tile i hqvce used qn english keybooooq=ard in q lon gti;e. i cqn finqllly sympqthise xith qlll you ladies whohhqve beeen hqrqssed, ***, **$*, qrg, too runkm cqnt typei will speqk to you soon,m, hqve q god one kids, speak to you soon, ciqo.... haha, this is me editing this post the next day, i was planning on going over and correcting tha haneous typing errors but i decided to keep it for the comical value. anyway, here is a more coherant account of last night... we arrived in paris just before midday yesterday and spent a fair bit of time buggering about at the train station trying to organise our metro tickets, finally we got that sorted and hopped on, we then spent a lot more time buggering about trying to find somewhere to stay based on my vague memory of the last time i was here about 4months ago, finally we settled in at this nice little place near montmarte after i nearly broke my back lugging my bag around, heavy bastard it is. we didnt do a lot more that afternoon, mainly just eating and slobbing, eventually we made an early start on our drinking and got stuck into a bottle of tequilla, that was probably our first mistake. after nearly finishing that little puppy we decided to head down stairs to socialise, ended up talking way to much politics with a swedish american and a couple of californians, and if anyone knows me and i dont have the highest opinion of americans. we eventually headed out and somewhere along the way after getting some awesome paté panini type thing we met some yugoslavian guy and went to some old man bar and had a drink with him there. ben is a jackass when he is drunk and we spent a long time arguing about shit. after an hour or two there we headed to some club that was pretty packed so we lined up for a good 30mins and eventually got in to find extreme cover charge city... not a bad place though, good music really packed... pitty about the drink prices though. for once my awesome scam of putting all our many layers of jackets together and paying only one coat check didnt work... bastards...eventually i decided to leave but i lost ben somewhere along the way, after bumbling around like a jackass for a bit;the bouncers finally pushed me in the direction of the coat check room. this is where it gets a bit hazy...**i have later come back and taken this part out because i have decided i want to forget all about it, but all ill say is i was a drunken retard and got hit on by some guy really badly and it wasnt cool**...then i somehow managed to stumble my way back to our hostel with more luck than co-ordination and then wrote the masterpiece you see at the beginning of this blog... there were a bunch of people sitting downstairs being festive with drinking games so i decided that i wasnt quite drunk enough and joined in... mostly americans but i managed to keep my insults down to a safe level.. not a bad bunch of people as far as i can remember... so i woke up this moring in my bed fully dressed with no sheets and i had left my jackets downstairs... thankfully they were all still there... today we are headed off for the whirlwind tour of paris hitting all the major tourist spots so benny can crush all his unfounded ideals about what paris is like... that'll do pig... that'll do.
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