I went to Nice last week,just for a couple of days and managed to fit in Monter carlo and Cannes. Canne was underwhelming, i dont know why they make such a big deal of it. However, then weather was superb and i was glorying in my little dresses and sunglasses, fitting ptroperly into the scene. It was my first time there, and i would like to go back. My awful french only got me so far but a brilliant smile got me further.

Then it was off to Italy, the south of Italy, where italians dont normally go, judging by my italian friends' horrified expressions. But hey if you wanna chill out and frolick in the sea it's where you go. I went with a girlfriend, primarily to visit out girlfriend who needed our moral support in living with her toyboy's boyfriend's family. She acted like a spoilt brat and was a bit selfish, we realised the family are quite nice, we had a nice apartment they let us stay in, we drank a lot(with meals) although we did go to a cocktail bar and the bar man who had lived in London before served us potent cocktails and mojotos. I had five, they had two each but we walked home ok. In the end we were rally glad to leave her.

The good thing was we got to see out male friend(whom i'd had kisses with when he lived here but we deny it to everyone ). He is in the navy now and is a pilot. He looked great. All buff and he even had a bum. I think that was the first thing i commented on when he met us at the train station while slapping his bum and squeezing it at the same time. he didnt protest. he showed us the plane he flies and all the cameras and radars and machine guns attached. Interesting.

Im off to Vienna tomorrow. My friend persuaded his girlfriend's 21 yr old son to come and pick me up at the airport. he said he would show him a photo of me in my bikini as an incentive to get him to the airport on time. I got the girlfriend what i think is a nice pashmina, whith some detailed patterns, and i got the fudge at thorntons. I think that's enough.

My friend emailed to say we could go dancing if i am not embarassed to dance with an old man(43yrs). I told him i'll bring my little balck number. that got him excited and he said to definitely bring it he wants the other guys to envy him. he also stressed for me to bring my bathing suit even though the weather is supposeldy turning. I hope the pashmina will appease the girlfriend.

talk to u all later, i am sure it will be fun.

Oh, an american guy i met a year ago who pestered my friend for my number(friend didnt pass it on immediately phone me yesterday fotra date next week.

Hooray!!