Wed 18th

Would you believe it! Me, Sir Adrian Bollocks, marooned aboard this 75 ft yacht just off the Bahamas. I should never have let Buzz Aldrin steer. When Jeeves gets back with the helicopter, it will be nip and tuck if we make it to Rio before the carnival.
Stuck here with only several bottles of Dom Perignon and the tediuos Ms Anderson is making my brain ache for conversation. She still seems unable to grasp strip backgammon, and insists on keeping her stillettoes on even though she has lost the last 27 games in a row.*sigh*



Sunny and yet tiring
AB

Friday 20th

At least we're under way again in this god-forsaken dullness called the Caribbean. Luckily the Norwegian Ladies Naked Ski Team were passing and saw us stuck on the rocks, and kindly offered to pull me off.
Caught up with the mail, and referred Her Majesty to a decent plumber. Not that arse Lord Kinnock.
Lunchtime soon, and expecting to be bored listening to Decartes and Nietche aguing about whether it's better to be or to do.
Afternoon, expecting Nicolette Sheridan, and I think I'll do her.


Sunny and Lazy
AB