When I traveled to France, I arrived back to Summer. It was 30 degrees here last week. And I ate fromage du coin and built various bits of outdoor furniture from wood that I found in the grange. I pride myself on using as few nails and screws as possible. Only joins and doweling which ends up being very wonky and then using copious amounts of screws and an nails. Meanwhile my 2-year-old has mastered the iPad and he’s watching the 60’s cult Japanese sci-fi Ultraman on it as I type this on my laptop. I was able to fit in a gig in Paris this past week. It was wonderful to be in the city. Parisians were out in full force, the venue was an old theatre and the room was upstairs. Two things which stuck in my mind: This upstairs room above this ornate theatre had old wooden beams. Most likely survived 2 world wars and now my performance. Also that people on the Paris Metro are able to open the doors before it actually stops, that would be most entertaining to see in London. I can still hardly call myself a comedian. I don’t make any money and I don’t have a career. But just like my moustache in the photo, perhaps it’s growing.