I just spent five days in Paris.

Sounds romantic, eh.

Actually, it was a bit...eh...gay. Not in the pommie sense, that isn't.

Even though it was work, I never thought going to such a wonderfully storied place could be so...eh...boring. As in, not enjoyable.

I'm getting spoiled perhaps. I even got paid for spending time there, drinking champagne, eating fois gras, etc.

If you would like to slap me now, e-mail me at...