June 23rd, 1990
Chester Grosvenor Hotel, England
I’m really enjoying this trip. Having even just a few people on the crew you want to spend time with makes all the difference.
After last night’s food fest, I didn’t meet up with the girls until this afternoon, which gave me plenty of time to ring Pamsy and wish her happy birthday.
“Saturday is most perfect day of the week to turn twenty-four!”
“Yes it is,” she laughed. “How’s the weather up North?”
“It’s been nice, looks sunny again today.”
“Aw, I wish you were here to enjoy the barbeque later. We have sooo much food.”
“Have a sausage for me,” I laughed.
Went to Muswells with the girls and bumped into Martin, a guy I did a night stop Detroit with a while back.
“Lady Caroline,” he said, kissing my cheek. “Fancy meeting you here.”
“Oh, I’d forgotten about Lady Caroline. How are you Martin?”
“Really well, thanks. This is my partner, Michael.”
“How do you do,” I said, shaking Michael’s hand.
Amanda pulled out a chair and Michael made himself comfortable.
“What are you girls up to?” Martin said.
“We wanted to go and see the film about the prostitute who goes shopping in Beverly Hills but it was sold out.”
He let out a hearty laugh. “You mean Pretty Woman?”
I nodded my head yes. “So instead, we’re here deciding what to do.”
“Come clubbing with us!”
“Call is early tomorrow morning…”
“Love it. My fav American city. Are they a nice bunch?” he said quietly, gesturing towards the girls and Michael who seemed to fit right in.
“They’re all lovely, yeah, really nice.”
Martin looked at his watch. “It’s still a bit early for clubbing but we can make our way there after a few more drinks. You can be Lady Caroline again.”
“No, no, no, she’s out,” I laughed. “I have a new one.”
“Oh, what’s her name?”