Social Maelstrom

My life in Ibiza is a constant social whirl. I'm just so in demand. Now they want me to go to a wine tasting in the village and I suppose I'll just have to go.

Jaki has pointed out that it's not just me that's going - they'll be happy to take €5 from any old Tom, Dick or Harry - but I'm deluded enough to believe that the above poster splashed all over everywhere constitutes a personal invite to MOI!

See you there?