Madame X, on the other hand, is a fifties melodrama where Lana Turner is almightily punished (the loss of husband, son, exile, alcoholism, whoring, madness and ultimately death) for playing around with Ricardo Montalban while her husband is away. I hope Montalban was a pretty good shag. Of course, Montalban's other great film is Star Trek: Wrath of Khan.
I didn't like Las Vegas. Too disorientating (I know that's the idea). We got a bus up from our Stassi-themed hotel by the flyover to the top end of the strip where the prostitutes live (as opposed to where they work) and walked down. It's two or three miles. We'd pop into different casinos to have a look around, gawp at the bedraggled queues of people for the all-you-can-eat buffets and then spend half an hour trying to find the way out. The best bit was the vodka martini I had in a Japanese restaurant about halfway down. Having said that the fact there were 200,000 people in town for a fashion convention didn't help my mood. But we do have some nice pictures, like this one.
Alcatraz: San Francisco
I am back from California. I have 1000s of pictures. I will refrain from posting them all and just post the better ones. We started in San Francisco and one of the best things we did there was visit Alcatraz. You can see the pics here or click on the picture.
Did you know: The Birdman of Alcatraz didn't have any birds in all the time he was at Alcatraz, that was at his previous jail.