After a couple of great days in Manchester (more about that at a later date, I hope), I spent Sunday cursing myself for my holiday-booking ineptitude (a few days earlier, I had to shelve a big trip to substantially distant climes); Paris is my fallback, and I can't even get that right! After much to-ing and fro-ing, I have booked the Eurostar ticket, and now I'm wrestling with the hotel arrangements...I'm that close to packing it all in again, even if it does mean losing the less-than-100 pounds that I spent on my ticket. I can't understand why I'm so contrary.
The 'week-end in review' post will have to wait....
...but before I go: 'Gogol Bordello are purely and simply a novelty act'. Discuss.
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