Sick at Folies Pigalle

At long last I got to see Julien G’s newly acquired flat in La Chapelle (18^th arrondissement). His new gaff felt a bigger than his other flat and had this very cute little bath tub. Julien got Christophe to put up some of his pictures. Even though Christophe has got a good eye for placing objects his maths definitely would score a GCSE grade D.

Made a bad mistake tonight and consumed something which I’ve never consumed before. Initial effect seemed quite pleasant but then about 45 mins later I felt very sick (very much like the first time I had gay sex). Should have known better then to let Christophe egg me on. Was forced to ride it out whilst Christophe got down to some DJ’ing at Folies Pigalle’s BBB (Black Blanc Beur) night. Nearly most of my final evening in Paris was spent trying not to fall asleep in the club. Part two of my challenge involved meI rushing outside every 20 minutes to prevent myself from throwing up inside the club.

From what I remember the venue was nice and intimate. It had the feel of a 40s theatre and an upstairs balcony which peered down onto the main dancefloor area / stage. Think my experimention days are over!