Red Light with Vicki E.

Just made it to Waterloo with literally two minutes before our train took off. The three of us (DJ Vicki Edwards, Christophe and myself) spent most of the train journey sleeping.

Paris was just as chilly as London. Caught a taxi for about 100 yards from Gare Du Nord station before we realised we were wedged firmly in Parisian rush hour traffic. The city centre recently has created cycling lanes in a few of the main roads in the city centre in order to meet its environmental targets. One of the results of this has been fewer lanes available to cars.

Hopped off, walked back to the station and jumped on the Metro. Vicki was staying at the 400 euro a night Murano Hotel. In the reception area of this funky boutique hotel they had these funky silver statues. The hallway preceding the bedrooms had no corridor lights apart from the electric blue lights shining on each door. Bedrooms were identified by forenames rather than by numbers. To gain access to the bedrooms was by fingerprint recognition and not the standard key used in riff raff hotels. My favourite had to have been the extremely glittery interior of the lift. The hotel where Christophe and myself were staying at was a few doors down from the “hooker hotel”.

In typical European fashion we had dinner late in the evening at the restaurant downstairs in the Murano Hotel. Vicki had recently given birth to her third child and needed to pump her breasts tonight to get rid of the excess milk. During her pumping routine she noticed some guy in the room opposite her tossing himself off. So as she was milking herself, this dude was also milking himself as well.

After dinner we more or less got ready for our evening of partying. No wonder rock stars hate touring it is very exhausting. Got to Red Light around 2am and did the usual meet and greet routine with the clubs top dogs. Took us a bit of time to get our VIP table but Christophe managed to work his magic. Clubbing culture is slightly different in this city as drugs are slightly harder to get hold off and they don’t really have that English largin’ it attitude. Seeing all the pretty French guys made me wish I knew more of the lingo. Partied till around 7:30am before exchanging the alcohol for croissants. Our hotel receptionist greeted us with a grin and wished us “goodnight” as we headed back to our hotel room.