As you may have noticed from the photo feed on the right, I went into Paris on Saturday. Had a brief walk and a Croque Madame at a small Cafe before making our way over to Rue Montgallet for some hardware shopping. I finally purchased my DJ Console for my PC which I was playing around on yesterday. When we got on the train on the way back, Wicksberg started talking really loudly saying we should kill people and steal thier stuff thinking he was very amusing. After him going on about knocking two people off and a few stations down the line we were approached by some Police Officers who made us get up and go to the doors. There the five of them stood round us as one asked questions about what we were doing here, where we lived and went through a list of dangerous things and asked if we were carrying any. Thankfully they decided we were okay and let us go and sit back down again. Sometimes Wicksberg is stupid as hell, he'd probably start going on about bombs if we took him to an airport too.

Woke about late yesterday afternoon and messed about with the Console for a bit before going to start on the washing up before I was going to eat. When I tried moving 3 glasses from the counter to the sink I somehow managed to smash one (I still can't remember how) and make a few cuts across my fingers, one reasonably deep. I managed to check the cut for glass but I'm not sure if any had been in or not. There was quite a bit of blood and I just kind of pushed it out till it was clear. I then realised I have no plasters (band-aids) or first aid kit in my apartment (which I shall have to remedy tommorow) so I tried to knock on my neighbours door across the hallway but she wasn't in so I went downstairs and tried the couple at the bottom of the stairs who had been friendly and I'd spoken to briefly previously. They had a first aid kit with disinfectant and plasters and stuff and were really good about it all as I kept apologising about bothering them. Kept loosing blood into the sink and then I nearly fainted as I whited out with everything going fuzzy and far away. They had me lie down on the floor with my feet up till the blood decided it was going to visit my head again and generally looked after me. Eventually I managed to recover and after sitting on the wet bench outside where it had been raining to get some fresh air I got it together and thanked them lots more before I went back upstairs to get some much needed food drink and rest to recover.

My hand seems okay now but I should get some fresh band-aids tommorow to replace my current ones just so I don't open the two main cuts again. Still feeling a bit funny in the head but as everyone else who was out at the Pool Hall on Saturday night feels hungover I guess I may have a tinge of that although I think I was fine yesterday. Guess it's hard to tell loss of blood and slight hangover apart when they happen at the same time.