Talk about freezing; thank heaven for glamorous warm summer trenchcoats. It's been a long day of traveling when really flying from Manchester to Dublin should happen in the blink of an eye, maybe if you are a sleeping giant. Half of the party has lost their luggage; one really nice guy got the bag filled with his dirty clothes. Most of the girls have lost at least one bag; yes even I dont have all my luggage with me. But you see and I so don't mean to gloat, I learned a little trick when I worked in the fashion industry years ago, I never have one bag filled with only casual clothes. You see you must spread out the wealth across your bags ladies. So very simply, a typical bag would contain: something to sleep in whether that's on your own or not, something to walk around in and always, always, always two complete and I do mean complete outfits for being "seen in". Naturally those handy little pharmaceuticals must be spread throughout the bags as well. I cannot believe that as I am writing this and I have the door open to my lovely balcony overlooking a courtyard on a rainy evening here in Dublin, what do you think is playing in the room next to me at volume 11...the scissor sisters?  That would be no. Is it Motown?  That would be a definite no. Did you guess it??? "The Phantom of the Opera is there in my mind," this would be the cast recording people. So you can imagine its getting trickier by the second for me to concentrate on glamour and how to survive all these little terrorists messing up for everybody what should be an easy little flight with all their bother and here I have this lady warbling at the top of her lungs and it makes me wonder what's going on in there next door, maybe they've lost their luggage too, but obviously they got the bag that contained that treasured Phantom of the Opera disc that they must carry with them everywhere they go. I've just hung up the phone, looks like I'll be lending Lady T some of my press clothes so she can get to the gig tomorrow as they've misplaced her bags as well. Dont worry; she'll be just fine. To quote the CD blaring from the other room on the other side of me from Jesus Christ Superstar "Everything's all right yes, everything's fine", figures they will have put Isabel on the floor with the Brazilian footballers and here I am with the Broadway bunch.

Tata for now
Santa