This section is intentionally silly and not meant to be serious.
If there is anything I am full of... it is ridiculous and strange stories.
And I don't know why they happen to ME. Sometimes I think that there must be something in the French water.
I honestly do try to keep a low profile but then... voila! Something happens. But who wants a boring life, right?
So where shall we start?
THE CASE OF ME BREAKING MY WRIST FROM TOO MUCH CHAMPAGNE ON NYE AND SLIPPING ON ICE THEN MATCHING WITH MY GORGEOUS ORTHOPEDIC SURGEON (WHO HAD MADE ME SUDDENLY FORGET THE PAIN WHEN FIXING ME A CAST A BIT EARLIER)
What are the chances? Only in Paris!
Again... only in Paris!
- INCOMPLETE