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By motty (Mon Sep 19, 2005 at 12:28:56 PM EST) (all tags)
Installment the last, in which we try and remember what the hell happened in the last six days of our holiday.

Actually, we don't. We post the notes we made, with some comments, and will maybe add more comments later, when we can be bothered.

We will also stop referring to ourselves as we now.

Thanks.



Friday 2nd September

* Coffee at Herves. Weed with M. Tina plays with T. Jam with S., A., O., and $Wunderkind.

On the Friday, $Wunderkind turned up at the jam, with his mate O. the sax player. First $Wunderkind was all over the drums, then all over the piano, and finally all over the bass. A great musician, and only 23 or something. Soon he will be old enough to realise that just because he can play hard, difficult bebop things doesn't mean he needs to make everything always be hard, difficult bebop, especially when everyone else is trying to play straight blues or whatever. Still great fun trying to keep up with him though.

Saturday 3rd September

* Coffee at Herves. J. arrives from Poitiers. I get out of having to drive there. Last night Jam. Mlle S. round 2.

$Singer annoyed hell out of me today by announcing that our mutual friend J. was unexpectedly (to me at least) arriving that afternoon in Poitiers, two hours drive away, and that therefore I was going to have to go and pick her up. Not that I minded picking J. up, just that after six years of it I am growing extremely tired of having orders barked at me by $Singer as if I was some kind of servant. In the end I got $Singer to go and pick J. up. In my car. Which was... never mind. All was well that ended well.

Mlle S. turned up at the jam again in the evening, and our failed flirtation / wind-up continued. This time she didn't disappear at the end of the jam but hung around with the rest of us as we sat on the beach and drank up the rest of whatever it was we were drinking up the rest of.

I have no idea what happened, but one minute we were sitting there flirting away, and the next minute she had up and gone. I don't know if I was supposed to have gone and chased after her, but I couldn't be arsed.

Never mind.

Sunday 4th September

* Lazy afternoon get out from Tina's. Dinner at Herves. Drinks and Jam at the Reserve, Royan. Flashbacks to three years ago. I egregiously fail to pull a second night in a row.

Monday 5th September

* Breakfast at C.'s. Tying to change the boat. Changing the boat. Dinner at C's.

Tuesday 6th September

* C's computer. Returning bottle to Herve. Ben and Paul and Tina's website. Not eating oysters.

Wednesday 7th September

* Up early. Wrote notes. Delibered notes. Got out at 12:30pm, with A. Got A. to Le Mans at 7pm. Got to Le Havre for 10pm. On boat. Drunk. Diarising.

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Whoa, my birthday isn't a national holiday in by MohammedNiyalSayeed (4.00 / 1) #1 Mon Sep 19, 2005 at 01:27:22 PM EST

France? WTF??? Well, at least you spent it on a boat.

Now, redefining success, congratulations on not pulling multiple days in a row! Be careful, or you'll end up falling off the wagon, sir!


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