Not more than two days into 2007, and Dave and I are jetting off to warm sunny continents once again, bikinis and cocktails galore. Cool Hooray! Casting off the woolly scarf and sheepskin coat upon the smooth arrival in Bahamas I realise I have forgotten a very important item, my sunglasses. What a nightmare, that means I will have to go shopping now!
Later that evening, Dave has busted out the comp, and decided to take some alone time, Nick Gibson is in the satellite, so Anna Gibson and I decide the bar needs propping up a bit. With cocktails to hand we start to get some interest from some young men also at the bar. It was such a picture to see their faces when just as they had plucked up enough courage and were about to make their big move in on us, Jeff Burke swoops in and shatters all their dreams. Poor guys, they left rather shortly after with tails between their legs.