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Apparently some people (ahsu) haven't heard about the hotel in Paris. The hotel itself, actually, was a very nice 'business hotel' type arrangement. And if you turned right out of the front door, it led into a perfectly acceptable set of houses, small restaurants and grocers' shops.

Left, however, was the Red Light District, just off the Place Pigalle and where evening saw many young ladies wandering the streets in rather insufficient clothing, people soliciting audiences for 'shows' advertised with big 'XXX' signs, and other such interesting manifestations, including a pub that even at midday sported a collection of interestingly dressed-up women.

Anyhow; today I managed to get to church, cheating and using the car again, and then failed to run D&D due to only two people showing up. Oh well. I did a bit of supervision work and a lot of sitting around and spodding. Today's sermon was about 'Being Like John' - of John's gospel - aiming to be in a deeper relationship with Jesus. The examples were given that there were several levels of disciples in the Gospels - the thousands who listened to Jesus speak, the hundred and twenty who gathered in the upper room after he died, the twelve apostles, the three who went up to the Mount of Transfiguration, and then John who Jesus told to act as a son to his mother - and we were to strive to 'move up' the levels, as it were. I wasn't entirely sure there was much of a message that wasn't entirely obvious and something that everyone there wants to do anyway, but there were a few good tangents on what 'honour your father and mother' might mean, and listening to God more.

Also, we had communion for once, which pleased Matthew at least. Personally, I was a bit disappointed; there was lots of rallying beforehand about how 'eating together made us one body', and how we shouldn't just take some for ourselves but we should pass it around, but it turned out that mostly we were invisible again and people actively passed the wine *past* Nicholas when he was waiting, which rather saddened me - it was obvious we weren't really 'one body', still just a collection of cliques.

Yesterday there was a muchness of stressing about tidying up my room and myself because my parents were showing up at about noon. This was made especially wonderful by Nicholas suddenly telling me at twenty to noon when I hadn't managed to have a shower yet because there were people in it all the time that his parents were actually showing up early, at ten to noon, rather than late like he'd said they probably would. My parents, it turned out, were also turning up early without actually having warned me of this. We didn't actually get to the place we were meeting in town until about twenty past twelve, however; this didn't matter because actually Nicholas and parents *were* late, despite having said they would be early. This all made me a little stressed.

The meeting between the sets of parents went fairly okay; both sides went away thinking the other was quite pleasent, although my parents actually went away something of a nervous wreck because they don't like new people and there was some fuss over paying the bill. After lunch me and my parents went back to my room to fill out insurance forms for the accident in Brighton back at XF last year, which has finally caught up with us (grr). It turns out that our insurance policy is both better and worse than I thought, though - we're allowed two accidents in three years rather than a strict one a year so we *can* get away with it if they decide they have to pay out (even though it was at least half the other guy's fault for doing the 'hacking down the outside and cutting into my lane' trick).

After that, I did manage to drag myself out of my room to go to Poohsoc because I knew I'd only sit around feeling sorry for myself if I didn't. About halfway down Madingley Road I remembered that I was meant to be wearing formal stuff, but I decided not to go back as I would never manage to get together the energy to leave my room again. So I trudged on and eventually made it to Pembroke, and to BB staircase, in which there were no signs for Poohsoc or for the Nihon Room. Thankfully someone came past while I was dithering about whether to call someone and pointed me in the right direction, so I didn't arrive too late.

The Poohsoc EGM was quite entertaining, and I was made Undersecretary, although I wish I hadn't bothered husting for Secretary now because what I heard of Jack's husting through the door sounded quite entertaining. Almost killed myself skipping around the courtyard twice, although I imagine not quite as dead as poor Giles who came along in a rather random Snow White outfit (with a flourescent yellow skirt, no less, and a thin blue blouse, and only one ribbon as the other had fallen in the Cam) after having been forced into drag for coxing 'Snow White and the Eight Dwarves'. Ate the last chocolate brownie and generally was entertained.

After the EGM we all trooped down to Alison's house for feeding, which was slightly random but I got a very nice vegetarian stir-fry with mushrooms and lots of nice CHEESE, so I was happy. Unfortunately I started to feel ill about 9-ish and so Nicholas walked me home; I was fine once I'd got a bit of fresh air so I guess I was just warm from all the people in the room.

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I'd be in trouble -- I can't tell my right from my left half the time. Thank you!