If a German friend of yours has been on a gambling and lap dancing holiday in Nevada, and you want to ask them about their trip in their own language, you could say, “Wie war Las Vegas?” in an Elvis accent…
Anyway, whenever I forget to take my camera with me when I go for a walk with Billy, there’s always something good that I should be taking a picture of. So you’ll have to take my word for it when I say that I saw some green dog poo yesterday. Not a nearly-brown green, but a full-on British racing green. It was quite extraordinary.
And I also saw what must be the height in driver arrogance: a sign on the inside of the windscreen with a graphic of a tow truck in a red circle with a line through it, similar to a “no smoking” sign. The sign had a name and phone number on it, but the name gave no indication that the driver was a doctor or anything, which would have excused it. Of course, he was parked where he shouldn’t have been, and it won’t surprise you to know that the car was a fancy black Mercedes. Essentially that sign is saying, “I’m a selfish jackass and I think I’m more important than you.” I hope a particularly vindictive traffic warden sees that car one day. Actually, I hope a particularly vindictive traffic warden sees that car every day.
Finally, as you may have noticed, there’s a little banner in that column on the right with all the words in a funny foreign language. That, my dears, is a little exhibition of some of my work that will be on display at the Rock en Seine festival in Paris. It looks like it’ll be nice festival, in a lovely park about 10km from the centre of Paris. I’m mostly looking forward to seeing the Jesus and Mary Chain and Björk. Of course, I’ll be staying in a hotel rather than camping because I’m a big girl’s blouse. I’ve only ever spent one day in Paris before, so I’ll be getting up early to do a bit of sightseeing before the festival begins each day. Any tips on what I should see?