Just printed photos of annoying stalker boy from last night for police, this press office and the French journalist sitting next to me if he appears again. Have informed all the right people who know who he is and where he lives including a not-afraid-of-action Pachino.
Now, moving on, Talent Agency party was wonderful. Danced and laughed and liased with cohorts Elise and Catherine on parallel journeys. May have landed friend role in big film…
Leaving bar and realise I don’t have hat soo trot back in and there is a guy being dragged out violently by bouncers. I say ‘hey tranquille’ and they nope. Every man left in the room runs past me in fit of testostorone, I find my hat and trot back upstairs when see the guy is on the ground with about 7 bouncers on him and police opening back of track. Not sure why but jump down and say ‘english or french’ and he says ‘i didn’t do anything, i didn’t do anything’; for some reason turn into this social worker come translator and he is about to get violent but manage to calm him down, coach him through it, get girls who were his friends (where were they before?) to take him home, get a flirt from one of the bouncers and stay to talk about cultural difference with the police officers. Not sure what came across. Catherine later says perhaps I was visited by Joan of Arc, being in France and all.
We’re heading to some bar which is meant to be THE club in Cannes. Beside weird creepy boy issue, which I’m not going to talk about, basically found myself in Muholland Drive. I may have thought I understood David Lynch after the French villa party; I now have visited his universe and played the blonde! ( though with change elements and nicer ending).
