fiddle dee diddle dee dee

They strummed and fiddled and whistled and puffed and sang and twanged and the joint was hopping. I danced due to excessive Guinness consumption throughout the day, and tout le monde had bags of fun... . Papillon was a-buzzin to the sounds of Cattle Grid playing and at the end of la soirée the tell-tale effects of Guinness and Jamesons and Bushmills were being seen and felt..."je t'adore" slurred young Guillaume after downing 1 or 2 pints too many "vous etes trop coooooool"..he then hugged and kissed and hugged and kissed everyone and everything in sight - male, female, animal, vegetable and mineral - and sashayed off into the night. Grégoire's Irish stew and hot bread and butter pudding was much savoured, my irish coffees caused a stir (and yet more swaying). To be repeated. But not before the autumn. Best quotes from the evening include "I never knew Irish coffee had alcohol in it" "ooooh Guinness is quite strong really isn't it?" and "I really really really love ya" - repeat these often and with a heavy slur and you get the picture.

A good night was had by all - I think. Come again Pascal, Pierre, Christian, Pierre and Dominique...the crowd loved you (as do we).