Helene (not Elaine, oops) and Adrien left this morning and headed off to Bordeaux. I'm not sure what their plans are after that but they set off in the little Peugeot 106 which strangely reminded me of the "France" episode of Absolutely Fabulous. Hm.

After a little sleep, I headed out to some bizarre place near St Leonard Noblat (!) to hear Xavier's band play. I got there at 2.30 for the 3pm performance, but they'd been rescheduled so I missed them. Pah! Orange declined to tell me I had seven new answerphone messages since Saturday. Wank poo. Still - I got to spend the afternoon watching fit topless boys scaling rigging, which was nice. Nothing to listen to, but plenty to see.

Limoges in the evening. I'm finding it very hard to integrate into that scene because although I'm by no means shy, it's incredibly difficult to converse in a club situation when you can't speak the language anyway. However, I did get approached by a guy called Christoph (about 19 or 20, I think) who lives near-by and who is fitasfuck. I'm not sure what it is I do to these people, but I love the attention. Perhaps I have the added advantage of my, um, accent erotique? Hm. Perhaps not.

Lyssa is coming over to visit! Yay! She'll probably join me when I come back from the UK in three weeks or so! Yay! She also commented my French has improved many-fold; our phone conversation was in French, apart from the bits about the boys within earshot. Oh, and I don't know how to say "Fucking wanky cunt France Télécom" in French, but people seemed to get the gist and found my English expletive outbreaks amusing.