Well I’m back in Portsmouth after my trip to the big US of A. It was amazing, absolutely brilliant. That’s not to say, however, the trip didn’t suffer a few hitches. You know me, nothing ever runs smoothly (remember last year’s Corfu holiday?).
Our first stop was LA, which was pretty incredible. I’ve been before but I was a naive 18-year-old then. Now I’m 28 (but still naive), I could see things a little more clearly, – or at least that’s what I’m telling myself.
We did the LA ‘usuals’, but when we visited the Chinese Mann theatre (the hub of Hollywood), the premiere of Gnomeo & Juliet was taking place and we saw Sir Elton John walk the red carpet.
I was like some crazed fan snapping away and yelling ‘Elton, we’re British, come over here’. So not cool.
I was also surprised to see Perez Hilton (the first person to become an entertainment blogger) walk the red carpet. I’ve got a showbiz column too and no-one asks me to go on the big red rug. How very dare they!
Then came the trip to Vegas. We decided to do it in style and rent a Camaro, the same car as ‘Bumblebee’ in Transformers Two. Except I overlooked the fact that we had never driven abroad, let alone on the other side of the road and on the other side of the car.
Oh, and I also forgot the bit about driving in one of the busiest and bustling cities in the world. I couldn’t do it, I admit. No excuses.
I completely bailed and my partner Matt had to drive the entire trip – which should have taken four hours and in fact took eight.
This could be down to the fact that I’m pretty sure I saw a woman pushing her buggy down the freeway faster than we were going. Matt was, how shall I put it, being ‘cautious’.
But I couldn’t complain as I was merely the walking, talking sat nav. I also suffered an embarrassing problem.No-one tells you the road between Los Angeles and Las Vegas is a pretty much ‘loo-less’ one and I’d drunk a gallon of orange juice.
What to do? Let’s just say the back of a Camaro will never be quite the same again.