PARIS (for a knees up) With Stu and Andy
Day 64 - 336 miles (541 km ) travelled today
Total Distance Travelled = 17,146 miles (27,540km)(TDT)
A message from guitarist Andy and drummer Stuart
Hey hey! How are ya?
Me and Stuart have been sent on a mission... There are a few days off, some people pop home for a cup of tea, we get to go to PARIS, the orders read. Infiltrate the clubs and bars. See what goes on there. Find out who's in charge? Can they be bribed?
We arrive in Paris at 6. Go straight for the hotel. Turn on the TV. See if it has any porn. Check out if there's a mini bar. No x2.
I give our friend Louis a call. And he turns up at the hotel after work with a box of beers. He's says he's a bit tired and probably won't stay out for long. But he ends up staying with us for the rest of the night. What a soldier.
It's the same hotel that Stuart got caught in the lift for 2 hours at the start of the tour. This time we use it and you can see the scratch marks on the inside that Stu made last time he was here. Gorey.
This time in Paris we get to venture further west and east in our search for a venue to hold an evenings M.A.S.S. entertainment for an unsuspecting parisian audience.
Stuarts gonna catch up with me later as he's off to meet his special french girl at the train station. So I head off with Louis who knows the way.
Bar Three is where we go first. It's in the west of paris near St germain. It's the Paris equivelant of London's west end. Many places here to take a loved one. Buy exclusive perfume for those you hold dear. We walk past a Paul & Joe clothes shop. Or is it Pete? Can't remember. Anyway they've got sharp suits in the windows there. Very pricey. Good quality. Mmmm. No I can't, christmas is coming.
Back to the bar. Bar Three. It's a basement club. It used to store wine for the restaurant upstairs. Low arches all over the place with Stuarts name written on every one. Very much a 'mind your head' territory.
The room is really quiet. Only acoustic music can fit into a place like this. So quite you can hear every bit of spit between each lyric. Not the kind of place for our 'you sound like a flight of bombers' type band. But maybe the acoustic 'you sound like a flight of lawnmowers' type setup might work here.
After getting all the details from the promoter. We sit down and enjoy a few drinks. I'm happy. I just found out they do long island iced tea's here. And I've got one in front of me. I'm purring.
We are then joined by an American couple with guitars. They tell us they've been on the road for 7 months à##@^\`-§§§ 9!
Don't we suddenly feel a bit silly?!!
Quick! Lets get out of here!! Our cover has been blown!! x Andy
Total Distance Travelled = 17,146 miles (27,540km)(TDT)
A message from guitarist Andy and drummer Stuart
Hey hey! How are ya?
Me and Stuart have been sent on a mission... There are a few days off, some people pop home for a cup of tea, we get to go to PARIS, the orders read. Infiltrate the clubs and bars. See what goes on there. Find out who's in charge? Can they be bribed?
We arrive in Paris at 6. Go straight for the hotel. Turn on the TV. See if it has any porn. Check out if there's a mini bar. No x2.
I give our friend Louis a call. And he turns up at the hotel after work with a box of beers. He's says he's a bit tired and probably won't stay out for long. But he ends up staying with us for the rest of the night. What a soldier.
It's the same hotel that Stuart got caught in the lift for 2 hours at the start of the tour. This time we use it and you can see the scratch marks on the inside that Stu made last time he was here. Gorey.
This time in Paris we get to venture further west and east in our search for a venue to hold an evenings M.A.S.S. entertainment for an unsuspecting parisian audience.
Stuarts gonna catch up with me later as he's off to meet his special french girl at the train station. So I head off with Louis who knows the way.
Bar Three is where we go first. It's in the west of paris near St germain. It's the Paris equivelant of London's west end. Many places here to take a loved one. Buy exclusive perfume for those you hold dear. We walk past a Paul & Joe clothes shop. Or is it Pete? Can't remember. Anyway they've got sharp suits in the windows there. Very pricey. Good quality. Mmmm. No I can't, christmas is coming.
Back to the bar. Bar Three. It's a basement club. It used to store wine for the restaurant upstairs. Low arches all over the place with Stuarts name written on every one. Very much a 'mind your head' territory.
The room is really quiet. Only acoustic music can fit into a place like this. So quite you can hear every bit of spit between each lyric. Not the kind of place for our 'you sound like a flight of bombers' type band. But maybe the acoustic 'you sound like a flight of lawnmowers' type setup might work here.
After getting all the details from the promoter. We sit down and enjoy a few drinks. I'm happy. I just found out they do long island iced tea's here. And I've got one in front of me. I'm purring.
We are then joined by an American couple with guitars. They tell us they've been on the road for 7 months à##@^\`-§§§ 9!
Don't we suddenly feel a bit silly?!!
Quick! Lets get out of here!! Our cover has been blown!! x Andy
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