Wild Weekend: Paris: A half truth is a whole lie ... (Friday Night to Saturday Morning)

Pizza guy’s just been, there’s a cold beer open on the table, and the TV is on. I scratch behind Ise’s ears as I join her on the couch, and flick around the channels for a minute, settling on Entertainment Tonight. We snuggle down on the couch together, and I feed Ise little bits of pizza as I eat.

We’re watching an interview with Hugh Jackman about his latest movie when the phone rings. Probably not for me, so I let the machine pick it up, but a chill creeps slowly down my spine at the words of the guy leaving a message.

"Hey Dave! It's Baz! Listen, a few of us are getting together next month, maybe talking about a new project, mainly just to get the Moulin crowd together again for a few days. It's been a long time, and would really like you to be here. Give me a call, you've got my number!"

Reaching out to pick up my beer in what feels like slow motion, the interviewer on TV makes some suggestive remark to Hugh. "Any time, baby!" He replies, with one of his trademark killer grins. Everything stills around me, and all I can hear is my wildly beating heart as all the pieces finally fall into place.

I'm an idiot.

( And Dave? He's not who I thought he was. )

Wild Weekend: Paris and Jay: Wellie Prison Blues (Saturday Mornin'/Afternoon)

So it’s one phone call time. and there is only one person who springs straight to mind to come down here, and bail me out.

I get my wallet back for a moment to dig out a scrap of paper, then pick up the handset, and dial in the numbers. It rings once, twice, then a hungover voice answers with a grunt.

“Jay. Just the man I need to talk to!”

“Paris?”

( I think you probably know this drill well mate. I've got one phone call ... )