My hotel was very near the Place de la République

from whence I took the métro and then the train to CDG airport, where I just had time for a coffee before flying to the UK. When I arrived at my hotel, I discovered I'd made a mistake in my booking and had only arranged to stay for two nights, while I was actually going to be in London for three. As luck would have it, the receptionist was on his first day manning the desk, and didn't know how to help me extend my stay after he checked their system and found they were fully booked for the rest of the week. Luckily, I remembered that
I'd arranged to meet
It turned out that there were 4 bands on the bill; I forget what the first one was called, and the second act was a New Zealand singer that I didn't care for. Third up was a Manchester singer-songwriter by the name of Gillan Edgar who was slightly more to my taste, and then the headliners, The Storys, who came highly recommended by both Jules and Del. An hour later, I was so impressed I bought their cd.

Before we parted, Jules had got me
(tbc)