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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson


Today, we pitched up in Lyon, having done a fantastic tour of chateaus and wine cellars yesterday, which I enjoyed more than I expected I would do. Lyon is massive, and our hostel is situated on the top of a very very high cliff, which you have to walk up the side of at a fascinating angle. We will be attempting that on leaving this cafe, and I plan to take it wheezing, clutching my sides and cursing the day I started smoking again. At the top I will have a cigarette in celebration of my achievement.

Although we walked around the town for a couple of hours after arriving here, we still haven't come across an Irish bar, which is deeply unusual - Tour, quite a small and rural town in comparison to the size of this, France's second largest city, had no less than six Irish bars, and those were just the ones that we walked past on one of our three nightly strolls.

Twice today French people stopped and asked me questions that I didn't catch a single word of. The second lady to stop me seemed quite bemused, and repeated her question slower. The third time she asked, she increased the volume, and the fourth time waved her arms around in illustration. It was all I could do not to break into an Eddie Izzard routine.

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