The Puppets' Riot

Back to Alcatraz, the bus will leave me a bit far from my lycée. Nobody has told me that the situation is worsening again - and if nobody has informed me it is just my fault, because I do not use WhatsApp - I am joking: even if used WhatsApp, Mr Shankly and his Spineless Bastards would have not informed me anyway.

Let's walk and see what is happening.

(To be continued...)

Back in Paris, much ado about nothing: I just had to walk a bit, but I was not late and I like walking, so I arrived at Alcatraz twenty minutes before the first course. I was singing Dave Brubeck's Take Five (I adore it) while approaching the Headmaster's QG (I love to show my presence because it pisses Mr. Shankly and the other Spineless Bastards. I saw the sad thin silhouette of Mr. Shankly rushing to his office from his assistant's office. I said "Bonjour, Monsieur Bidule" to the and he

Vera da Pozzo

Far Banlieue Parisienne

13th October 2026