We went to sunny Valencia on the weekend for the final race of the MotoGP season. This shot is just to establish how bloody hot it was out at the track.
There were 130,000 people in the crowd on Sunday and seven of them came up to me at various intervals as I was slapping on the sunscreen. They cupped their hands and asked in Spanish could they borrow a drop. Well I think that's what they said, it was all Blah blah blah por favor to me. But it was nice to play a small role in the prevention of a senseless peeled nose on a handsome Spanish face.
I basted myself so often that after the race I wasn't just crying because Valentino Rossi fell off his bike and lost the World Championship, but because my eyes were so flooded with chemicals a la Laboratoire Garnier. In other news, I turned 29 today. Two things happened: I woke up with an acne convention on my chin AND my friend Maghie gave me a gift pack of skin care products that included eye cream. EYE CREAM. My eyes grow old but my chin stubbornly remains in adolescence. Hmmm.