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Saturday was the party in London. It was really posh and I wore my prom dress because it's the only think I own that could pass for posh because everything else in my wardrobe is either a maxi-dress or something made of pvc or leather. I was really drunk. I hadn't eaten all day so when I started drinking white wine and champagne it went straight to my head. I couldn't eat any food, I just sat at the table trying to pass for normal because everyone else was sober. The Italian caterers were so nice as well, I spent a lot of time in the kitchen batting my eyelashes at them, then later on I begged the 'motown' DJ to play some Michael Jackson and then I got everybody up dancing, it was so funny.


Monday I flew to Spain with Barbara and Mike. We arrived at about 9. We didn't go out to eat, we just had tapas on the balcony so I had a few slices of salami and a rice cake. Me and Barbara then walked down to the beach at about 12 to find not only the bar from last year but another one on the other side of the beach. We tried the first one but it was almost deserted so we wandered over to the first one and got gin & tonic. There was an old french hippy (he must have been at least 80) that I ended up friendly with towards the end ot the week and of course Bob Marley was still playing.

On Tuesday I spent the day alternating between sunbathing on the beach and going to the bar to write in my journal (some poems) and drink sangria. That night we walked down to Bella Napoli but Morad doesn't work there anymore and it wasn't very busy. At night we went to the Cala Reona bar again.

Wednesday I walked to the harbour to take some pictures on my new camera before going to the beach once more. At night we went to a fish restaurant overlooking the sea. B & M were really drunk so when we went to the bar I left them on beanbags and sat talking to Carlos the barman, who speaks far more English than I had previously realised.

Thursday was a shopping trip to Cartagena and at night I hit the bar again. Met 3 Spanish hippies so sat with them for a couple of hours before talking to Carlos once more. He gave me his number!

On Friday I met Carlos during the daytime. We went swimming in the sea before he bought me drinks at the bar and introduced me to his friends. They spoke a little English which was nice and asked me about my writing.

On Saturday I had breakfast at a little coffee shop on a really thin street that reminded me of The Shambles in York. I had a pastry and spoke to the old Spanish woman for ages, it was really nice. Then Carlos and Antonio took me surfing in Calblanque. It was pretty choppy so Carlos held the board while he taught me how to surf.