Cannes, Cock and Cocaine!

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I must pre-face that header with the assurance (to my Mum at least) that I am presently partaking of only one of those things.   Perhaps if I were doing more I might be further up the Croissette ladder than I am right now!

So day one down and what have I learned?

That trains trump planes.
And yachts trump bars.
And tacky trumps taste.
That a baguette is still a baguette no matter how much it costs.
That your shoes will never be comfortable enough.
That a second wind wont even touch the sides.
That even if you’re at THE party, you’re never at THE party.
That it’s not so much who you know, as who knows you.
That pretty goes a long loooonnng way.
And naked goes even further.
That a meeting will get you a business card.
And an orgy will get you a deal.

But most of all I’ve learned that no matter how much crazy you take, you can never compete.

So it’s time to sit back, reflect and regroup.  Am definitely gonna need a plan B – it’s gonna take a lot more than balloon hands to get me on that giant golden yacht made of golden giant giants.

Firstly I’m gonna have to get myself some game.
Then I’ll need to up it.
Shift into fifth.
Flip the switch to eleven.
Crank the crazy way up…..
…………………………………….
……then take off my clothes.
And assume the position.

BRACE YOURSELF CANNES – NAKED BALLOON HANDS ARE COMING!!!

Breaking hearts, saving lives,
Judy

judy@lobster-snyder-productions.com

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