Lonely Night

As I mentioned in a previous post, I’ve found the perfect radio channel for nocturnal listening. Vmix, broadcasted live from Paris, brings you the kind of sultry music which makes you want to put on those strappy heals, add a dab of Narcisse Noir on on the points of your pulse, finished off by a trench coat, et voila…your transformation to a butterfly of the night is complete. It’s the kind of music to which you see a blonde walking down an empty street, her figure casting a long and lean shadow on the wet cobble stones. And equally it’s the sound played at some seedy bar in Pigalle, where you are sitting, alone with your Laphroaig and a burnt down cigar.

I feel an immense urge to write….I’m full of stories, people and their fictional destinies. So I’m afraid I shall have to be off….but before I love you and leave you I hope you will enjoy this number from Julien Lourau, called Lonely Night…to the background of some French mercenary from a computer game. Violence at its sexiest…