How the Dispicable MidgetGuy screwed up my lunch

I'd arranged to have lunch today ... not a quick sandwich, mind, but a real, sit-down lunch with an entrée followed by a main dish and a dessert * maybe even a glass of red to go with it - wooohooo*

A 'real' lunch break.

I left the office at about one thirty to find that my Champs Elysées had been competely closed down for blocks around.

The police were everywhere, barriers had been installed and people were lining up to watch 'president Sarkozy' whizz up the road towards l'arc de triomphe to celebrate his putch.

French t.v news claimed that there were 'crowds turning out to cheer the new president', but my impression was that there were mainly tourists and unhappy office workers trapped in a 'reality t.v pageant'.

All in all, it's not too cool to be stranded on the 'dark side' of the boulevard - unless you fancy going to Fouquets to blow a months pay on a club sarnie.