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Friday 25.10.02 | Hacking this out on a retarded French keyboardm so be bloody grateful. God I hate France - they can't drive, can't park, let their dogs crap everywhere and are just generally shit. Anyway, mustn't bitch as have good week, including a yoga class on Tuesday night. Got the giggles right from the start as walked into to scary yoga-school place and saw a picture of a man with his soles pushed together; obviously in deep meditation. But said soles were at chest height, his legs hideously contorted to get him into what looked on second glance like severe pain. So class starts in weird room with lots of ropes tied to walls and Mark manages to control giggles for a while until instructor farts about demonstrating various stretches etc. Then instructor, to Mark's horrified amusement, grabs several of said ropes, climbs up wall, intertwines legs and hangs off backwardsm arms folded across chest. God it was funny. Anyway, I managed to actually do this, but then marde the stupid mistake of looking at Anna, setting me off into fitrs of helpless giggles: as if this wasn't bad enough, there was an advanced girl in the group who spent the whole lesson on her head in the middle of the room. There were then more stretching exercises involving pushing someone's opened legs out just as far as you could with yours while keeping them upright with a belt held around their waist; and various other tortures which had me alternatley crying and laughing. But my god was it worth 12 Euros for the laughter value. Never going again, of course. Monday 28.10.02 Wrecked after going clubbing last night with Jo, Anna and Charlie; club was grim and drink-prices lingered somewhere in the stratosphere, so we didn't stay long. It was my first visit clubbing down here and I'm not going to dash to go again. Good for the experience though, I guess. Got very pissed last night as went out for supper and we dumbly decided that, as it was Charlie's last night, we'd order dessert. I ate a banana split the size of a cave with a sea of whipped cream, and almost vommed in the middle of the night in Jo's hotel (I stayed for the novelty of staying in a posho place; God I want to be a trolley-dolly when I'm older now), but in the end it didn't come back up for air, which I suppose is rather a good thing. Trying to sort my life out a bit and gear up for the visit of Simon and Laura tomorrow. They're my first visitors (with the exception of Jo) which will be bizarro - they'll be talking about what's happening at...home and will notice all the things about this place that I did all those weeks ago, and think they're strange, and they're all so natural to me now. I should have been French, I swear, I'm foul enough :-) Anyway, best pootle off now and do something about the state of the flat. More soon.
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