JEAN has this crazy hobby, sport, obesssion - whatever - of CLIMBING stuff in the city, and once he climbed 3 stories up to our balcony and appeared looking in at us watching TV one night. He's climbed a lot of things, like St. Pancreas church, the Brooklyn bridge and some other places in Paris which a bunch of people into this stuff talk about. Of course it's illegal, he's been arrested, he's even been fired for doing this on business trips. But he gets a THRILL, he says it's like EXTREME SPORT IN STREET CLOTHES. He doesn't think when he climbs, he just BREATHES AND LISTENS TO HIMSELF AND THE SOUNDS AROUND HIM, FEELS THE TEXTURES OF THE BUILDINGS, PLANS ONLY FOR THE IMMEDIATE FUTURE, the next grip. It's a solo thing, but his old university mates all did it, and It's what keeps them IN TOUCH, talking about the next run, collecting some gear, checking out what others are doing in other places, freaking out their girlfriends... maybe it's their way of RE-APPROPRIATING LONDON somehow, where it's so easy to get lost, be ordinary and lose touch. NO RUN CAN EVER BE THE SAME, it has to be better than before - he's a bit vain about it. But mostly, he does it because he can, because of the irony, because he just wants to be himself - this well-bred 6'5" guy walking up the sides of buildings instead of along the street.