The Club: "Because we are a rock and roll band"

Emma's gone off to Brittany for a week or so, where interwebs seem few and far between. So guess what, you're stuck with me until she comes back. I know, I'm sorry.

Anyway, yesterday we had a big 'going-out-and-doing-stuff' day. Marine, Clémence and I went out to La Musée Grévin, this waxwork museum in Paris. It was awesome, I took heaps of photos. Only downside was that most of the sculptures (is that what you call them?) were french people, so they were all like "do you know such-and-such? They're really famous.", and I'm just like 'Ummmmm....'.

After that, we went off to a concert. After standing outside the venue and eating some little cakes for dinner, we got to go in. The band was this german punk-rock group called the Killerpilze (translation: Killer Mushrooms). They were good, though I didn't understand the songs. Mostly cause they were in German, which I know maybe ten words of. Still lots of fun though. It was the drummer's birthday (he's only 16), so everyone kept singing Happy Birthday in french and english. They played a bit of SexyBack for some reason, I was cracking up. They said their guitarist was the best rock guitarist in the world, and I'm all like "nuh-uh". They got up to all the usual band shenanigans, throwing towels and water at the audience, getting them to jump and raise their hands, getting them to promise to come back next year and buy their album, handcuffing themselves to members of the audience dragged on stage.

And then, after such a busy day, we all slept in this morning and did nothing all day. It's the first time since I got here that we haven't gone out somewhere. Okays, photos! Hold on to your hats, there's a lot.