Bonjour!
Our sworn enemy, Dante was in a really good mood yesterday when we woke up among his french friends at a busparking in the outskirts of Paris. They were having croissants and coffee for breakfast while he was bragging to the other busses how he's been doing everything to torment us throughout this tour.
Whiplasher and Nightmare was still in their bunks when the rest of the gang went out to grab some afternoon breakfast at the nearest steakhouse. Our soundman Mike sat the standard immediately with ordering a Pina Colada. He and Whip had been up "quite" early this morning cleaning the bus and drinking Jack & Coke so Mike was in a happy mood. Not only because he was under the influence of alcohol but also because he was expecting his girlfriend later during the night.
After the meal Skinny, Cat, Mike, Orac and Robin headed for the city and of course the Eiffel Tower where they by coincidence found Whiplasher sleeping on a bench with a baguette suitably placed under his arm. How wonderfully Paris affects the boys.

This morning everyone had to get out of the bus as soon as we reached the venue. Drop offs are not very much appreciated among rockbands since you have to make sure you bring your stage-clothes, clean underwear, computers and sextoys before the bus leaves for a parking on the other side of town. And this is not an easy task for rock musicians who only thinks about their daily needs.
We're playing at La Locomotive tonight, it's a really cool and historical venue. We've all been here before and we feel very much like home this close to Moulin Rouge, since they have a thing for boas as well.

Cat, Nightmare and Devilina went to see the catacombs today. Actually, we're all really annoyed with Cats nagging about these underground tunnels filled with dead people so we sent him away under supervision of daddy Nightmare just to make him stop.
Bone, Whip and Karin from SS have walked around the quarters of Pigalle and Montmartre, playing musette and eating garlic, before saying hi to Hammerfall which plays with Bullet and Sabaton further down on the same street.

Many thoughts is popping up a day like this in Paris:
What exactly happened that night when Whiplasher fell asleep in a gaybar here in Paris?
What are our friends in The Old Dead Tree are up to these days?
Do french people learn in school to point the wrong way if you're asking for directions in english?
Why is the Ferris Wheel called "Pariserhjul" in swedish when we can't find one anywhere around?

What the members are doing right now:
* Skinny is le voyeur and is googling for the Amazon penis-fish.
* Night is le provocateur and is sightseeing..
* Cat is le saboteur and is sightseeing.
* Bone is le friseur and is showering.
* Whip is le connaisseur and is at a stripbar. 

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