Well, we're finally here. There's industrial action in Paris today and so we ended up sitting in Heathrow for about three hours before finally arriving at Charles De Gaulle airport at about 7pm. Air France were desperately good about it all and gave us free food and phone calls so it wasn't particularly uncomfortable.

Lyssa and I got up and about quite late, and I ended up just floating to the airport on my hangover and still in last night's clothes. I don't think anyone noticed though.

There was an incredibly annoying man on the plane who was talking very loudly indeed, and I wanted to sleep. After about five minutes I gave in and turned round to say "Do you think you could talk more quietly?" which rendered him near-silent for the rest of the journey.

It seems obligatory to smoke here. In fact, there's a bar with a special non-smoking area as opposed to the other way round. This means you can smoke in the airport, which is fantastic. Actually, you can't smoke at the immigration desk, which just means you have to get someone to pass your cigarette over the counter or something.

We were supposed to be disinfected (as we'd arrived from the UK which is clearly disease-ridden) but we didn't find the place to go to be hosed down.

Met a nice young boy called Sam (and his girlfriend) in immigration and so we shared a cab into town, dropping them at their hotel first. He was quite cute, actually.

After we'd staggered out of the cab from hell and into the hotel, which is a little bijou to say the least. But it's fun and it's in the centre of the Marais so it's hardly going to be Malmaison for 750ff a night. Wandered for a meal at the place where Philip and I bumped into Alexi and FBS last time - but with miminal excitement this time.

Lyssa headed off to sleep and then I headed out to do some nightlife stuff. Café Cox, Open Café, and the place next to Vieux du Marais where we were in 1998 whose name escapes me. In there, I met a guy who worked for France Telecom, so I took the opportunity to tell him that Orange is now shite. I'm going to leave before I come here because I need to have cheap roaming for two months.

Ended up in Le Depot (again without any Alexi/FBS imagery) and was a bit whorey. No, surely not.

HSBC is rebranded CCF here. We can figure out the "baiser" bit but aren't certain what "ashess" would be.