Awoke with a cover barely over me and thoughts of last nights debauchery.  It was a riot.  Not much to say about today.  We spent a lot of time trying to find Peter’s passport and hanging around.  “Ahhh poo, sad Peter.”  I think we just about managed to hit the town again, which I’ve noticed …

Sadly today we returned the Mustang in horrible weather.  Apparently rain here is really rare, yet we’re in the middle of a hurricane.   This was after some idiot woman drove into the side of the motor while it was parked.  Lucky we had insurance and they didn’t bat an eye lid.  I didn’t fancy paying …

I awake in a boat.  On a driveway.  The Boatel.  This was after our first night in San Diego meeting the rest of the charity rally team, who all seem jolly nice and up for a laugh.  I’m looking forward to getting to know everyone and the challenge of the days ahead.  Unless of course …

More of the same today.  After our first experience of scuba diving its a wonder we want to get back in the water at all.  In fact Mike doesn’t, opting instead for a day of leisure.  Lucky him. I start to get the hang of it a bit more today.  It’s still not easy, but …

Rise early for a packed day ahead.  There is so much to see and do here, so much to get sucked into, but we need a bite-sized slice of everything Hollywood in one day.  We opt for one of the cities open top sightseeing tours and take it from there. LA really is a city …

Urrrrgh.  Probably not the first time I will enter some words about how stinking my hangover is.  I blame the three American girls who convinced me to drink Tequila.  I never drink Tequila.  It is the devils own drink from the seventh circle of hell. So I crash out in the car and wake up …

Today was a special day.  We hired a convertible Ford Mustang in preparation for our journey down the Pacific coast highway.  Now I don’t want to brag about this too much but; we hired a convertible Ford Mustang to drive down the Pacific coast highway.  Yes, you read that right.  A convert…I’ll stop now I’m …

I write onboard a Delta Air Lines flight to San Francisco.  The headphone sets cost $2.  The films $6.  Food around $8.  Considering I had all this free during the past seven hours in my transatlantic flight from London to New York, I’m feeling like my nose has been put out of joint.  At least …