Love the place, speaka da lingo pretty fluently, shagged the arse off the gaff, top scran, rid a bike across it along the canals getting wrecked on the best plonk we could afford, proper education, perving, half a camembert, a baguette, three coffee and ten ciggies for breakfast, three course lunch and five course dinner, crunching pine needles and gulping down that heavenly scent. Walked into a field of sunflowers eight foot tall. Rid a barge. Ran away from the coppers in Toulouse after the maison de pastis got turned into a rave. Did another somersault on the bike and landed in the canal. Rid into a french dog. Listened to the nocturnes all night in beziers cos we were too fuckin hot to sleep and too dehydrated to cry. Got started on by some Algerian lads in Omps but saw them off with BLITZ SPIRIT and le dibble. Driv a lime VW Beetle with no licence to help out some girl. Absolute stunner but I had no chance, I been wearing the same shirt for three days and using Muck Off dry shower gel. One night it was so humid I woke up choking. Went apeshit on some religious yank tourist YMCA cunts until they put the acoustic guitar back in the case. Ate more cassoulet than I ever in my life combined.