..in Disneyland Paris, I now have a new role model, Poker Alice:
Disneyland Paris is fabulous in a wet, European, smoky, gum-plastered, dirty, queue-jumping and yelling kind of way. A world apart from California, which is orderly, sunny, clean, all-smiles and All Show. Maybe they should build a new land over there, EuropeLand, where the rides are death-defying car rollercoasters driven by Italians and you can't see the floor for (plastic, naturellement) artily-placed fag ends.
...and there was me about to give up smoking for new year, too. Gosh darn it.