Just before we leave our lovely cool room with a view for a long day ahead we have sad news to report. Gordon Gecko has met a very sad end. We heard a strange noise in the air-conditioning unit and saw a tail wriggling frantically. Realising it was Gordon (or one of his mates) we shut the thing down only for Gordon's tail to be spat out - still wriggling - minus head and body. I am very very sad.
The Island Evening did indeed involve attractive women in not so much grass skirts as grass belts and some very impressive hip wiggling and shaking. I spent the entire evening in a state of controlled panic in case there was 'audience participation' something I dread. And indeed there was. But it was Robert who was asked to participate and not me. He declined. Thank God as everyone else who did get up made complete tits of themselves!
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Hiya Fiona and Robert
Not since John Hurt's belly-popping scene in Alien has there been a more graphic and distressing image conjured up. Robert in a grass skirt!!!
Oh, the bit about Gordon Gecko was quite upsetting too.
Love and Uggs
Jennie & Co.
xxx
Hey you two - so sad about Gordon - he obviously could not bring himself to say goodbye! A wonderful description, though - we felt we'd actually sen it with our own eyes. And Fiona, it's not like you not to want to make a tit of yourself, I thought you would give anything to wear a grass belt! Happy travels xxxxxx
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