OMG! Its Bubbles Devere!

Ok I am in the hotel lounge having a little aperitif and catching up on some reading.

There is a piano player tickling the ivories, an Irishman chatting up a few tables of British ladies while murdering Martinis, and the bar is serving Cava (Champagne) and oysters.

Then she appeared.
Ooh she was big.
And dressed in black and gold lame.
(The piano is playing Mama Mia, Mama Mia, here it comes again, my my how can I forget.....oooh! I hate this song and now I can't stop singing it in my head!)

She stopped at the display case of the oysters. She hunched over to get a closer look. She is so big that when she bends over only her head moves forward - nothing else seems to move because she is round like a big ball.

She is pointing, pointing, pointing. As she stands up again we see her gold chunky glasses and heavily caked make-up for the first time.

"Just call me Bubbles daaaarling! Everybody does!"