So, what have I been up to you ask ?, What is the meaning of this outrageous hiatus from writing?. I've gone weeks without a single god-damed peep. There had better be a good excuse buddy- a seriously good one.

Was I abducted by gypsies?, forced into white slavery and made to perform elicit sex-acts in some undground Lyonnais freakshow?. Thrown into a dank Spanish prision?, Taken hostage by lebanese seperatists?

Didn't they have a computer?

Knowing that you have far better things to do than sit there restlessly wearing the varnish off your seat-edges. I'll end the suspense, so feel free to exhale. What have I been doing for the last 3 weeks?

Not Much. Well, not really.

Sleeping, reading, thinking and studying French. Cooking the occasional meal with Xavier, going out to pubs. Walking about, snapping pictures and contemplating the next step. Exciting eh? Everything you'd hoped for?.

There have been some noteworthy, intersting, moments in there. Kernels of adventure in my relaxation. So I've trimmed the fat, and passed-on the savings to you. Here are a few memorable bits of the last several weeks.

Watching Xavier get piss-drunk and dancing to atrocious 80's era french pop music.

Getting pitched Dianetics by a french Scientologist on the street. (in french no less)

There ya go. Just a few things I did. I'm back in London now for a bit. Xavier needed some space to study for his final exams, and I'm here visiing Hillary and Ben. We are going on a huge pub-crawl tonight with about 20 people. It should be brilliant. I'm still at loose-ends about what to do for New Year's however. I can't make up my mind where to go.

So the polls are open kids- Any ideas?