Salut!

Thursday 20 May 10

I am just about to go downstairs and walk the red carpet at the Amfar gala at the Hotel du Cap. I have to go down to the garage of the hotel, get in to Laurent the driver's car, drive out of the hotel gates and come right back in and then get out and walk the red carpet.  Why? Why do we do these things, people? Here's the hideous view form my room where I wrote this from...

Today my tummy was still very funny. I don't normally eat bread but today I think my body was yearning for something to clog up the inferno that was my intestines and so I have been downing bread rolls and butter like they've been going out of business.  I worry for Desrae's dresses when I get back to South Africa.   Here I am in the sound check channeling Keith Richards...

The show tonight is going to be pretty amazing. But also there are lots of surprises because literally we don't know who is going to be there and who is going to come up on stage and sing or do an auction item. It's sort of like celebrity lucky bag or rock star karaoke.  I am starting the proceedings off with 'That's Life'.  Oh yeah baby.

Okay, I am being harangued.  Must go and smile.  Chant for me.  Will spill the beans manana.  Here I am enjoying a few minutes or Mediterranean r and r/keeping an eye on all the paps that swirl around on little boats in the bay ...