In no particular order

"Right, I apologise in advance for this full on rant. But I haven't anyone else that I particularly want to share this with, so it's you that gets it ...

So, I'm in this bar in Cannes. Well, not in Cannes precisely, in a small town just along the coast called Mandelieu-La-Napoule. In fact that makes a difference. It has one bar in it. One bar. My friend works in it and this is my third night in a row here. First night was fine, I got drunk, was very sociable, met lots of people, chatted with people all night. Got absolutely battered and invaded a drum circle on the beach (none of them spoke English, or at least, they were so appalled by the drunken Englishman who had sat himself down in their midst that they pretended to be monolingual). So far so good. Second night, had a tremendous hangover, so I was quite content to hang around in this bar doing nothing in particular until it closed up, waiting for my friend to finish work.

Anyway, the next night, I thought would be different. My friend had the night off, I presumed we'd go somewhere else, maybe in Cannes proper and go and see some news places and stuff.

But no... Here we are again in this same shitty Irish bar on the beach in the stupid tourist resort for old people. My friend has disappeared off with this guys she hooked up with a few days ago, and I'm left with her friends who frankly can't hide their disinterest in me (in that special way that French people have for letting you know they couldn't give a shit). I'm sat here thinking bad things, it's one of those situations where you feel what is the nearest temporary equivalent to suicidal. You'd rather be dead than in this crappy situation, but it's not proper suicidal because you know it's so temporary that it's not worth feeling that way.

Anyway. I understand none of it. Why she likes this guy (he's the most humourless prick I've ever met, and not even pretty), why she can't wait until they go home together to be all fucking lovey-dovey. Any of it...

Why I need to be left with her friends, why exactly they love coming to this bar every fucking night, why they want to dance to this terrible dancing.

Why it's really my fault for showing up at 1 days notice, and demanding I be entertained and housed for 4 nights.

Still, just one more night til I can fuck off to Munich and see a friend who won't do this to me.

Just bad timing I suppose.

Fucking *siiiiiigh*"