A dramatic error

One thing I have learnt this week is that when someone kindly invites you to their show, it's generally a good idea to turn up at the correct theatre. Unfortunately on Saturday I comprehensively failed to do this. So I can't really inform you about what a lovely performance of The Wizard of Oz I saw the other day, because I didn't see it. Instead, I merely caused great confusion among two grey-bearded men on the door of what appeared to be some kind of bizarre family reunion. Who the hell has a family reunion in a theatre?

Walking back home from the wrong theatre
is better in Paris than in central Reading.

Anyway, with this notable exception, I did manage to turn up in the right place for the vast majority of things last week. Aside from meeting random Italian pop singers during the week and spending St Paddy's down the pub with a vast array of people none of whom were Irish, I even got some useful stuff done. We auditioned Christophe (le batteur) and Alex (le guitariste) in the studios on Sunday, and proceeded to forcefully separate bricks from mortar through the sheer power of noise. Soft rock it ain't. This was universally considered as A Good Thing, and the two musicians seem to want to carry on with us so that's all fruity. The Parisians among you may wish to keep a Saturday evening free in June - we're playing the Sentier des Halles three weeks in a row.

Beave and I finished the weekend making our way down to the Parc des Princes on Sunday evening to watch PSG destroy Auxerre 4-1. PSG must be the most frustrating team to support in the world - they are capable of a result like this, playing some beautiful football*, but it was also their first win in 8 league matches... says it all really.

* In the 57th minute, PSG won the ball near their own corner flag. Ponced around with a couple of one touch passes to get it out of defence, then knocked it about in midfield while the crowd started shouting "olé". 10 passes later, Beave turned round and said "if they score from this move, it'll be some goal". Then this only went and happened.

www.planetepsg.com is worth visiting, but only if you are in any sense interested.

It should be noted that René Bolf's earlier own goal was also a thing of beauty.