Cocktails and Coquettes

My pre-holiday tanning doesn't seem to be progressing quite as well as I would like it to. Although I am slightly darker it is not the deep brown I was holding out for. Maybe in the next few days it will kick in a bit more so I can wear my white suits with pride.

I got emailed by the Princess last night, she has a flat to let somewhere in central London for and absolute steal. I must admit I am tempted, but part of the reason for taking the flat would be just an excuse to see her again and that wouldn't be terribly clever. I don't date girls who smoke, so ones with coke habits are really off limits.

The chaps already in Miami have been instructed to start investigating the night-life before my arrival, so far they have been to a place called Christopher's which doesn't sound terribly good and some Rock Place (not really my sort of club either) clearly when I appear I am going to have to work hard to find somewhere suitable for cocktails and coquettes.