Olympique Marseille v Bordeaux on the Orient Express TV—Christ, French football is so slow & boring. No wonder PSG win the league by 20 points every year. The sun is about 1 minute away from going down behind the Midi railway tracks, and out of my eyes at least. My train to Nuremberg is not until 10.25 in the morning so at least I should be able to have a long sleep tonight. I need it. I don’t know how French football supporters don’t slash their wrists; this is dire. Barmaid just brought another beer to my table, I didn’t even ask. Well, that decides it; I am having one more then, it seems! It is supposed to rain tonight; that would be lovely; but no sign of it right now. Now the crowd at the football match are rioting. Out of sheer f–king boredom, I expect. As I have been for most of my time here, I am the only customer in L’Orient Express.