Suave international playboy that I am, I return from Umbria with a perfectly even tan and a spring in my step… In reality of course after four days in searing Mediterranean heat I return peeling and with a streaming cold (wtf?), consequently I find myself sneezing and snotty at the top of the gangway trying to synchronise my honking nose-blowing with the blasts on the ships horn indicating imminent departure as I filled out my health questionnaire assuring the medics that I had no symptoms of potential noro virus. The security Gurkha was fortunately preoccupied with walkie-talkie chatter regarding a code alpha (injured passenger) that happily coincided with my arrival. I later learn that the incident in question was a woman falling off a stool in the sky bar. I shit you not. God bless free hooch. I am at last aboard and all is well. A slight dampener is the fact that I am on stage tonight but its small beer in the catalogue of potential disasters and as my steward departs with the tailcoat for dry cleaning and I sink into a hot bath I can at last relax. Never mind fighting off American government lawsuits with a shitty stick Mrs the Piano, this was proper stress. Ahem. Tomorrow in Hvar, stunning Croatian Island. Toodle pip. (Ha ha ha, predictive text changed that to too idle pup. The lawyers revenge is swift!)
Posted on: Sat, 05 Jul 2014 09:45:54 +0000
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