Bastille Day on Fire, London on Fire, The Blood Arm on Fire

We went to Paris a few days ago on Bastille Day, and it was good. There were fireworks outside and inside and under the sheets. Then I puked, lost consciousness, and fell out from under the sheets, and it was a little cold. It was good, messy fun, and we fell in love all over again with Jack Penate and his band.






Then we went to London, where Keith Top of the Pops took us under his wing and showed us how to really party. The show at the 93 Feet East was grand, especially as it gave us an opportunity to celebrate the day before Dyan's birthday.


Now we're at some massive Roman Arena in Nimes, France, waiting to open for MUSE. I'll tell you how it went tomorrow...

I love you more,

Ben Lee Handler