After the weeping that followed the end of The West Wing and the Sopranos I have tried to find solace in other TV shows and as Heidi spent the last day doing bugger all by the pool I decided to sit in the shade in the company of my portable DVD player. I should point out that I am not much of a sun worshiper.

Heidi says I go naturally brown but I find sitting in the sun all day totally boring and there is as much chance of hearing Willie Nelson singing a rap song as finding me turning myself into a George Hamilton. Now, George is still my hero and I am sure, as we speak, he is heading to the beaches of St. Tropez and the hotel Byblos for sun, champagne and all the super models you can eat.  Anyway, I’ll come back to the DVD’s in a moment but first we once again congratulate Carnival’s Marketing Team on the birth of their brilliant new website.

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Giving me a gun is the same as handing a man from Paris a bar of soap. We both have no idea how what it’s for, what it does and how we are supposed to use it.

So, when the hotel’s instructor handed me the shotgun, I, like Jean Claude holding a bar of soap, had no idea what to do with it.

Heidi had seen that our hotel was offering clay pigeon shooting and insisted that we have a go. So, yesterday evening before dinner we headed out to the field behind the hotel to shoot clay pigeons.

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