Still in France, we're having a right old time of it. This morning I cried with laughter as Sally gave me a full account of what happened in the hotel lobby after I bowed out early last night. It involved Mik and Peter wrestling half naked, Adam negotiating some overzealous French fans and someone relieving themselves in the lift. Shan't say who, it wasn't their finest moment really.
A recurring theme in these interviews is the point where our host turns to Mik and says: "So Mik, I read that you are responsible for getting Babyshambles back on the straight and narrow, that you are a calming influence on the band." Invariably, Peter, Adam and I burst into hysterical laughter, partly at the idea of him being a "calming influence" and partly at Mik's face as he glances at us guiltily before launching into his, "Yeah its true" response. Too funny.
We played seven songs on Canal+ and also covered She Loves You by The Beatles on a show called Taratata. I can't explain how much fun it was screaming, "SHE LOVES YOU YEEEAH YEEEEAAAH YEEEEEEAAAAAH!!!", with the boys all pounding the hell out of our instruments in front of a perplexed studio audience. Brilliant!
Last day tomorrow... Shame, really.
