Paris

For my Sins I live in Paris. This is kind of cool, most of the time, but every once in awhile you have to deal with L'horreur.

Other times you just have to beg on the streets, because you will do TCP/IP for food.

What's Cool?

Given Netscape have set themselves up as the arbiters of taste with that ridiculous What's Cool? button, so why not me?

For the moment these are just placeholders. I'll add some actual information later.

• 404
• The Beautiful Sandra Boissy
• Indonesia
• Le Vieux Saule
• Stolly's

If you do actually go to one of these places, tell 'em you saw it on the net. Maybe they'll be sufficiently branché and understand. Maybe not.

L'horreur

• Couldn't get chips that night.
• It might be the 90's but the Sécurité Sociale don't have a fax.
• 31 March 2000 some Parisien scooter scum skel ripped off my Zero Hallibuton Z2, breaking my knee, nose and gouging up my face. Of course there was nothing of value in it; bills, Ericsson GH 388 charger, CD's, diskettes and my Australian Citibank cheque book. The Z2 was found on the streets by Marc Schraepler, minus cheque book (now cancelled), and I bought him a bottle of NV Bollinger. Being at home I've been re-reading Pettibone's Law, watching Lyonaisse Câble TV and hacking away at my Gibson Les Paul Standard with my Korg PX3 and Marshall VS-15R.
• 17 April 2000 I had an appointment at the Hôpital Hôtel Dieu to check out the my broken knee's state.
• 26 April 2000 ``When the shit hit the fan, it was all I could stand, yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer'' -- Guns n' Roses