We are planning a journey to France. As I am not the greatest traveller Annabel is making every effort to make sure that our journey proceeds without hitch. My worse fear is that some event or other will mean we will not arrive at our destination. Either we will be lost in some backstreet and be murdered by rent-boys (Venice), or I will accidentally be found to be carrying some form of contraband and be dragged away by customs officers (Budapest). Annabel says I have a tendency to become "a bit of a prick" when travelling. This time we are headed to Cannes, possibly to stay on Dr Picabia's yacht L'Horizon. Annabel has gone as far as to suggest that we run through the journey in advance by pushing little cardboard figures around on a map.