As all of you know, if there's one thing that I always try and do it's follow Will Smith's advice - I'll go with the flow and not fight the feeling. If I see a hot summer mix that isn't broken, I'll think WWWD? And then not try to feel it. I even went for three months getting chicken with everything, until I'd realised I'd misheard - So it was only natural that in Miami I should party on the beach til the break of dawn. I can only assume that Mr Smith was a lot less jet-lagged than I was - barely made 11.
Miami is a funny place. Miami Beach is exactly as you'd imagine it: lots of massive shiny cars with massive shiny wheels all going everywhere at two miles an hour. Lots of opportunity for people watching. Not a fat lot else to do other than sit in a bar or sit on the beach.
We're staying in the Art Deco Historic Quarter. Art Deco is soulless isn't it? Feel like I'm stuck inside a box of fondant fancies.
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Things I've recently learnt:
1. You can get seatbelt extendors on planes - they are bright orange so that everyone knows you're a fatty.
2. It's very easy to lock yourself out of your own Facebook account. Apologies anyone who's using that to contact me - you may want to try email instead...
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