After about six months we left the TV studio and were taken out to some swanky restaurant, which was indeed a night club, which was indeed the preferred hang out for yer Milanese footballer. All the women (and there was a LOT of women) looked like Mick Jagger when Mick Jagger looked like an Italian woman (1965-1969!).
Paris in the spring is quite frankly... well just beautiful. The sun was out. It was warm... all I'm missing is my girl. The gig was great too. Bit of a come down from all the razzmatazz of the big shows in the UK. Great crowd... Some people actually flew in from The Lebanon especially for it, which was nice.
I do let a few people in to watch the soundcheck from time to time... We had to cut this particular one short and kick everyone out as Johnny Marr was to get up with us that night to perform The Mighty I. I didn't want to spoil the surprise for everyone by having some trigger happy social media kid putting it out there...
I've seen and done some sh*t in my time but I'm damned if I can remember anything to match that Saturday night!?! One of THE BEST nights I've ever done, ANYWHERE. The kind of night you live for... A real privilege to have been there, nevermind actually being onstage. All downhill from that now surely?