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Still attempting to cut down on that there wine. Sat there last night gasping in shock at how very far out the hotel for Paris is. kristoferllama? We're going to die, die, I tell you, and nobody will hear our screams, we're that far away.

The book itself was really interesting, though. It's called Paris et ses Environs, and was printed in St. Germain in 1921. It has that wonderful old book smell, and these cool maps that stuck together. Opening them up unleashed the fury of smelly paper, but it was worth it. Half the metro lines from today weren't listed, and the changes over time are evident.

However. Despite this, Still. Wanted. Wine.

Life's so dull without wine.

Wine.

So, it gets late, and Eurotrash comes on. Am consequently unable to breathe, I'm laughing that hard at a sex hotel in some small town in Germany where swingers go. Any fetish is welcome, including dressing up as a penguin and wanting to be fed sardines in order to get a kick out of it. The cameras followed our European nutter as he waddled into a den where...oh, my... various nationalities were involved in an orgy. Penguin guy (really old, really crazy) waddles into the middle of said orgy and starts jumping up and down and squawking loudly.



The entire scene was so insane, so very out there, that I didn't need that wine after all. Hell, that programme often makes me feel like I'm on crack.

You can find out more about pervy old Mr. Penguin here: Eurotrash Online

P.S-- Am developing silly crush on Antoine de Caunes, uber-sarcastic presenter. Even with that pesky beard.