The "Alex is making a numpty of himself in Ibiza" group now has 55 people all salivating at the prospect of me making a numpty of myself if and when it all goes horribly wrong in Ibiza ;o)
Steph phoned me last night from her posh holiday in a villa in Cannes - apparently the holiday's going well, but she's not a fan of lizards or heat. I didn't have the heart to tell her that Ibiza is much of the same, and she wants to spend the next two months in those conditions... ;o)
I've also had a couple of people put me in touch with bods out on the white isle for accommodation and jobs, so a huge thanks to you all for the help!
Tomorrow we're flying to Ibiza, so I have about 24 hours to do a million things - pack, burn demo CDs, build a small portfolio of pictures, go shopping, post a load of eBay'd stuff, write my CV, and of course travel back to London.
Actually, tomorrow, Steph flies back from Cannes into Heathrow at 4pm, and I have to somehow get us both from there to Gatwick by 7.30pm. Knowing the traffic on the M25 it's going to be a comedy of cock-ups from start to finish, so there's a very real possibility we won't even make it as far as Ibiza.
Still, only one way to find out... ;o)
Tarrah for now!
Al (and Steph. Kinda...)