When I was holidaying with family in Latvia, in May 2010, I was enjoying a meal and some beer with my sister in Riga. Halfway through my beer, she said to me "Slow down on that beer, brother" and I said "Or what, sis?". And she said "You need to keep your strength, because we're going to Paris on Tuesday". I laughed. Her face did not change. Then I said "FUCK OFF". Again her face did not change. I said "Are you fucking kidding me?!" And she said "Do I look like I'm kidding?".

A few days later, at 4:30 in the morning, I found myself hauling a bag alongside my sister to St.Pancras station, where the French dudes stamped our passport, and we hopped onto the Eurostar to Paris.

The rest, was a day I'll never forget. 12 or so hours in Paris, and then back to London by 10pm the same night.

I love living in the future.