Feb 24 - cold and grey here. But ah the Irish Earls are so regal! Mine took me to high tea at the Merrion - 5 star - in the heart of Southeast Dublin. My “duties” for the festival won’t officially start till tomorrow. I’m to report on the filmmakers whereabouts and press and such. Already I’ve been spotted by the paparazzi’s - which is fine. Off to a warm bath and some Jameson then dinner. Lets see what trouble I can get into tomorrow (speaking of which, this whole Charlie Sheen thing - see why a girl shouldn’t marry! he was so much better behaved when he paid for it.)

I’ve just learned a dear friend of mine - no not “that” kind of friend - is sweeping me off to Dublin next week. Not only will I have time to mingle with all those men in skirts - oh dear is that Scotland I’m thinking of? - well, whatever . . . I’m to learn a whole lot more about “Taking it off”. As if I didn’t already know everything. But it is a free trip, and I’m only to look enticing to producers and the like - oh, movie folk, I love them! - and send back blogs about the Dublin Film Festival where my dear friend is premiering her documentary about the stars of Burlesque!!! Just think, Lili St Cyr in her bath tub, Georgia Sothern holding that tiger, Gypsy, Ann Corio, Betty Rowland. . . . some of my best friends have been strippers. So stay tuned I’ll be sending you updates from the land of little green people. And Earl won’t miss me - his global amnesia has been working up. Cheers

Seems making a wish on the ole (and not old) birthday candle works. My darling Earl surprised me with a diamond the size of an acron. More later

January - It was a Happy Nude Year for all. Well, for Earl and I that is. He jetted me off to a lovely private island in Fiji - for pictures check us out on Facebook, Staar let (is my name, playing with Earl and jewels is my game). Champagne, sun and marina life ahhhhhhhhhh…. time for a bath

Tatiana:

Just got flew back from lovely Firenze . Cold this time of year. Which makes fur wearing perfect. Of course in the halls of the Savory – right in the Piazza delle Republica I was kept quite warm, as a matter of fact down right hot, with all that wild Italian sex with my lover Massimo.

Let me tell you Massimo is the perfect man for me – besides being conviently married – he has the body of a god – well not exactly David – which is looking quite spectacular devoid of the hoards of touristas this time of year. Anyhow, back to Massimo. There is a certain body part on Massimo quite similar to the chinegale (wild boar they shoot this time of year) lying in the salumi shops. I begin to salivate just passing the stores.

Massimo bought me a lovely ring at Buccelati – a divine store.

As Massimo is a very busy avvocato (lawyer) we spent hurried afternoons tangled in the linen sheets of the Savoy listening to the rain patter down. Besides my usual envelope (quite large – tis the season) Massimo gave me a good ride. The sex was incredible, I think the more the Signora Massimo denies him (she must be on the 4 th or 5 th child, imagine what her hips look like! Go on!) the more Massimo gives it to me. He tossed me around, up and own, my legs in the air, my legs over the bed, on the sofa, at the desk . . . endless wild panting sex.