Garoo

I know, I knew, I’ll know you can’t ask your readers anything, but I’m still going to have an open call — only an easier one this time. Accomodation has finally been arranged, to the Garoo Farewell Tour team has been able to add a few Paris dates. The number of nights is still undefined — between three and thirty, depending how long the artist’s depression can be made to wait (which means it’s unlikely to last a whole month).

So accomodation has been arranged, and all I’m needing now is:

• people to have drinks with (but not just anybody, I’m not that desperate)

• people to have sex with (and not just anybody either, now that I’ve lost a few pounds in Bordeaux)

• people to let me watch the first Desperate Housewives episodes (and possibly other shows whose existence I have forgotten over the holidays)

• a wifi-equipped Mac (I can’t imagine living another month with a PC, and without my files, mp3s, passwords and whatnot)

• must be all, but I feel like I’m forgetting something, so I might add to the list later

Remember that attending the Garoo Farewell Tour 2005 might (or might not) be a lifetime’s opportunity you don’t (or do) want to miss.