In Paris for like 24h. My boss needed me to come over and say hi to some people. So that’s what I did.
Very early face after yesterday’s Xmas party. Waking up a 6 is a pain at the best of times.
And after what have might been the most tacky Xmas party ever it was agony. No one does tacky like the English. The place even had fake candles.
But I had my team so all good in the hood.
Everyone got shit faced (standard uk Xmas party) except for me. Which was fine. I felt like a responsible old lady.
Then I came home and broke a glass and the illusion was gone.
Tomorrow back stage concert. But first glorious sleep.