In the spirit of Baudelaire, Ionesco, Jean Paul Sartre, Picasso and other great writers and artists, Paul Francis Cheetham recounts his time spent in Parisian cafe society, and a strange hotel Jim Morrison stayed in just before his demise. A surreal trip into the author's thoughts and experiences, from his attempts to found new religions and his colourful songwriting to the horrors of a severe arm infection and being poisoned by his own girlfriend (w ex). In keeping with Cheetham's sardonic streak, some of the scenarios provide rich veins of humour - readers may chuckle aloud at Guru Mc'Coypu's commandment to 'love everybody except people you don't like'. Cheetham's prose style is conversational, sometimes quite confessional, but the main appeal of this work is its ironic, perceptive and sometimes touching observations on life and its absurdities, and the author's own personal forays into farce, from which he somehow still emerges as a more-or-less sane, self-aware human being. His Journal includes song lyrics from his Jean Paul Dionysus and Dr Space Toad personas and features many colourful characters that he met on this Parisian sojourn, with apearances from Mr Extremely Friendly, the Sardonic, the mad Japanease mathematician and the ghost of Jim Morrison. Ather work of genius from Dr Space Toad...Up there with My Old Mate The Coypu ...Captain SensibleI had met the last of the great French thinkers. It was just a pity he wasn't French. Danny Wallace