The following morning was spent drifting in and out of sleep, a mystic haze that engulfs the mind. JD or me were either asleep at one time so the time slipped away. A couple of stops at motorway service stations. Laugh at the French music and discover a wide range of cheesy merchandise, some with salad. Mumble incoherently about it and other topics. Bit strange.
My walkman passes more time as JD sleeps. Look at the roadmarkings then, mesmerised by the crash barriers, seduced by the passing trees that fly by. Not that they have wings or anything.
The tape ends and I drift into sleep. As I fade up from this cauldron of unconsciousness I quickly realise we�re in Paris as I wearily gaze out of the window and see everyone is driving like madmen. A psychic spirit possesses the body as soon as you enter the city limits. �Must kill other drivers. Red light means go� etc. It�s like being on the sidelines of a war.
Our first afternoon in Paris since the morning was spent going around the local McDonalds, the cultural British, always ready to try something new. I order my milkshake in French, something new, although I did try once before. In 1992, actually in Paris. Again, this may be hard to imagine, but I looked a right arse. I tried to order a milkshake knowing only the words for milk and strawberry. The remaining component of the order consisted of me shaking. After 30 seconds of this performance the bemused McDonalds employee asked �Look, what do you want?�
This attempt was marginally more successful apart from I ended up with a cheeseburger.
Around the station looking for loos. We discover a 2F minimum, perhaps it should be a two log minimum. Jay and I are well pissed off, but JD�s more desperate than I am. Save my 20p and spend the next 3/4 of an hour walking around like a cripple.
Jay complains about having to pay for a basic human need. �Well...� I say �We have to pay for food�. He�s blown away and responds by farting. Perhaps it was me, memories are so unreliable.
After returning to the hotel and doing a massive wee because it was free, it�s time to sort our rooms out. We get a double room with a double bed - they�re taking the piss. We decide that there should be a 2cm gap between the two beds as even the most raving homosexual couldn�t overcome that obstacle. Once the additions are made we feel safe and marginally disappointed. This is so dodgy! I should just give up! Here�s a picture of something.
Nothing is something (poor argument for not having a picture)