On Friday morning, the first thing I did was head to the supermarket and do a huge big shop for the week ahead. I bought things like chickens and rabbits and stuff which can be done into a stew and then eked out into soup later on. I'd forgotten that I was covered in glitter from the night before, however, so now everyone in St Mathieu thinks I'm some kind of strange English transformiste who shops on a Friday morning and squeals at the pâte section (I found Roe Deer pate which is gorgeous!). Oh god.

After a little sleep, I headed out to Limoges again and staggered into Bar Traxx for a beer. Whilst I was sitting around trying to comprehend an article in Têtu about Absolument Fabuleux a guy came over and started chatting to me and invited me to go and sit with his friend, who's English. Turns out they both live just up the road (in the same postcode) so for the last couple of days I've been indulging myself in their company and hospitality which has been wonderful!

We all piled round to La Panthère Rose (me in for free, naturally) and did dancing and having a fab time. I was in the mood to be out so mincing around the dancefloor mouthing all the words to every English song was in order. Worringly, however, I seem to have gained a reputation. It might've come from Thursday night when the bar man snogged me then sized up my erection, as I had a couple of people come over and stuff their hands down my pants before concurring on something in French and smiling. Hm. And the barman at Panthère Rose was giving me free drinks as well. Can't remember whether that was before or after he snogged me. Hm.

Hm.

Anyway. I took Xavier home (half the hospitality) as Brian had decided to go home earlier and was his lift. There was patchy fog and a harvest moon, but the stars were remarkably bright at about 5am. I was too busy attempting to natter in French that I missed the St Mathieu turning and ended up in La Dordogne by mistake. Oh well.

Ended up sitting awake until about 7.30am smoking, drinking and smoking. No munchies though. Today's post-meal experience taught me munchies in France are a bad thing.

This morning, Xavier's band (waily voice, loud guitars and mesmerising drums) had practice and seemed, strangely, able to resist my calls for them to do a cover of Better the devil you know. Not all their stuff is to my liking, but I am in awe of the raw talent that's making the noise. I've never seen a drummer close-up. There's a lot of energy and knowing-which-bit-to-hit in there. I could never do it.

I got petrol, wandered home and had a little snooze. Then back round in the evening for dinner (Xavier came to pick me up because I was running late and they thought I'd forgotten!) with the band followed by chilling and stuff. Dinner was a huge Indian menu which Brian had cooked and which, frankly, was gorgeous. I provided wine (the best Cussac's supermarket can provide at 80p a bottle) and all was pleasant.

After eating we watched Titan AE which is the first animated movie I've watched for a long time. I was slightly disturbed that I found the male lead attractive - although he's modelled on Matt Damon and clearly an improvement on when I fancied Disney's Tarzan.

I was introduced briefly to Backgammon, although I was a little too far gone to understand all the intricacies so suggested that Dice might be a more suitable game. Ever since I learned how to play Dice with Annie in Québec at Christmas, I've not found anyone else to play it with. I lost, admittedly, but I did start first and had a good run before Xav hit ten thousand on the head. Bugger.