Back to France

I took a week away to meet up with John down in the South of France, and to catch on a bit of R&R as I believe they say. Here's a bit of what I did see.

Bloody Marilyn by Vik Munoz

I seem to have developed a bit of a thing for the artwork of Laurent Millet

One of Hedi Slimane's smashing photos on display at Maison de la Photographie in Toulon

Ohmygod it's 'im again Officer...I'd recognise 'im anywhere

Bobbing boats in the harbour

Peaceful bay, previously seen crawling with Nazis

It's Marc and Antony - hey - there's a seed of an idea for a collaboration there. You read it here first folks.

Why did you kill Ziggy?

Afternoon PM. What are the chances of that happening?

Jude has her first joint

He followed me home mum. Can I keep him?

At one of the clock on Saturday I thought it would be interesting to sit down and watch the opening of Live8. At sometime around midnight, I got up again. My favourite bit - Pete Doherty of course. What a star. They may be laughing now, but in twenty years time that's what everybody will remember - you mark my words. Clever boy. I fell asleep during The Who and woke up to Pink Floyd. Quite a trip in itself that.

With over 750 CDs making the old place at Crapston Villas look untidy, I set about streamlining my music collection. The things you find: Kula Shaker, Bucks Fizz, Lonnie Gordon - to name but a few crimes against the human ear - which are all now safely 'archived' in a cardboard box like a Blue Peter time capsule (but no bust of Petra) for future discovery. I'm feeling all Buddhist and free.

Just watched an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm called 'The Doll'. One of the funniest things I have seen in ages. Go and get yourselves a copy - it's part of the second series - I guarantee you'll thank me for it.

Awww!

So that was Striding Edge then - jolly japes in the Lakes a few weeks ago