French Tour
Cheese, cheese, so much cheese. We started in Tours, ended in Nante and had the pleasure of Paris traffic at least 3 times.
Jonny knew his diesel engines and Higgs new how to scale a razor wire fence.
La Maroquinerie avec La Blogotheque. Incredible audience.
One man tells me I sing like a virgin. “No- it’s Mad-ELAINE”
After 7 hours in a van, a quick change (sans mirror) and a short taxi to Abbey Road, exhaustion sees fit to push me swiftly and head first into inebriation. Thankfully my only drunken demands were cuddles, cigarettes and straws… fairly standard.
