i flew 14 hours for this

Don't hate me, cos the French were terribly snooty and snobbish [do the two words mean the same thing?], we were nannied to death by the resort chaperon, and I'm still jet lagged/jetlagged/jet-lagged after being back for five days.

Now for the slideshow of the girl who can't pose, can't smile and can't keep her eyes open while taking photos.


The hills are alive...


To the left, to the left...


Blink, and you miss it.


Trying to blend in with the beautiful people in St Tropez.


Horsing around with D and Black Beauty, who was wearing a lampshade on its head.


In a restaurant with really bad French food. Yes, that oxymoron is possible.