Russel is running away this week to Paris. He's been working hard on a speech for this: http://www.armitstead.org.uk/page2.html
and has therefore run out of time.
However, he has a feeling that Paris will be very much like the Paris glimpsed in the latest Woody Allen film (which even people who don't like Woody should enjoy):
He has been listening to some French pop music in preperation. The good stuff, he means. Like Tete:
Or Fabienne Delsol:
And of course he's been listening to Jacques Brel. Yes, Jacques is Belgian, but no matter, he's still singing in French:
Russel will see you all when he gets back for the usual nonsense. He is sure he will be well fed. And watered. Decidedly watered.