Following a sticky night because I spilt my cough medicine over my bed I woke up all excited because I was going on a tour of Hollywood. The driver, Mick, who used to be an actor, producer, an editor, a runner, a scriptwriter to name just a few occupations, picked us up at 10am and our tour commenced.Our first stop was Hollywood Blvd, which is famous for the stars on the street. There are literally hundreds of them down both sides of the pavement and whilst we were there, they were half an hour away from awarding Roger Moore his star in the pavement and there were paparazzi everywhere! It was ace! We walked up and down the street and eventually came across the Chinese Theatre where I had my photo taken with Elvis and got a hug off Batman and Spiderman. Outside the theatre I took lots of pictures of the stars hand and foot prints embedded within the pavement but we didn't have that long to look around so I intend to go back tomorrow and have a better look around.Once back on the bus Mick took us to Capital Records where the Beatles recorded something or other and then we made our way up into the Hollywood Hills to see the Hollywood sign. The view of the city from the top of the hill was bad because of all the smog but we did take some really good pictures of the Hollywood sign.We then drove around Downtown LA and saw all the usual buildings, the courthouse where OJ Simpson was tried, China Town, the prison where Paris Hilton was detained and the Old Post Office. We drove along route 405 which is a 10 lane motorway and that was bumper to bumper all the way before arriving in Santa Monica. Now I'd been to Santa Monica yesterday but the tour was good because it showed us where all the famous people supposedly lived and they also took us to Hotel California which the Eagles made famous years ago. We then carried on to Venice Beach and stopped their for an hour and so having been here before I showed everyone around and showed them my friend the wino who once again sang to us.Venice wasn't that busy today but we had a walk along the beach, showed them muscle beach that Arnold made famous and we had some lunch before returning to the van. Mick, the driver, come everything else then drove us over the canals which was nice because yesterday I'd only walked around them. Mick then started playing the Grease music and took us to the school that the film Grease was filmed in. I was in awe and so happy that I actually got to see the school even though it's nothing special now a days.Our next stop was Bel Air and oh my god did we know it. The houses were amazing, although if I lived their I'd be annoyed because there are literally hundreds of cars and vans driving around looking at the homes of the rich and famous. For $10 you can buy a map and drive around looking at gates - yes the gates are that big that you can't see the houses themselves! Anyway we saw hundreds of houses but the only ones I remembered where Frank Sinatra, Elizabeth Taylor, Tina Turner, Austin Powers, Diane Keaton, Britney Spears, Tom Cruise & David and Victoria Beckhams who live just around the corner from Lionel Ritchie and Cameron Diaz. We did get to see Jack Nicholson on his drive, Nicholas Cage leaving his drive, Madonna's house and the Osborne's old house to name a few more but it was Prince, or the symbol, who had the most impressive house because it was completely hidden and the gates were most impressive! It was a very sad adventure but I enjoyed it so much and wished I could live like they do in any of their houses.Having left Bel Air we drove into Beverly Hills and Mick played the pretty woman soundtrack as were driving down Rodeo Drive. Looking at the shops down this road no wonder poor Julia Roberts didn't get served looking like a hooker! It was full of expensive designer shops, half of which I'd never even heard of and one of them was guarded by a solider! At the end of Rodeo Drive was The Regent Beverly Wiltshire Hotel where Richard Gear and Julia Roberts filmed Pretty woman and I was desperate to go in and have a look since Pretty Woman is my favorite film ever. So imagine this...me in jeans, my crocs and a sun top with a cardigan wrapped around me...So I put on my cardigan and walked in,proud as punch past the doorman, into the hotel. I'd got in because I didn't give the doorman time to stop me and I was so excited a little bit of wee came out. It was exactly the same as in the film and was full of posh people. I carried on walking and somehow managed to end up in a shop selling really expensive coats and things. I was totally out of place and the shop lady wanted to help me so I decided to decline her offer and walked out, straight into a Bell Boy with a hat on. Most embarrassed I excused myself and asked him where the ladies room was and instead of telling me...HE TOOK ME! You can just imagine it the Bell Boy and the Tramp in the regent Beverly Wiltshire!Once inside the toilet I was relieved but in awe of how amazing it was. Everything was marble and the toilet cubicle was better than my hostel bed and I would have lived in the toilet anytime! Once I'd finished my business I washed my hands with Molton Brown (not that exclusive) and dried my hands on proper disposable fluffy towels that supposedly scented and moisturised my hands for me! Feeling like a million dollars now and slightly more confident I took my camera out and took pictures of the Pretty Woman placards and the hotel reception area and you'll never guess what happened????? I got escorted out of the Beverly Wiltshire Hotel for taking pictures!!!! Oh my God!!! The others were waiting for me outside and they couldn't believe their eyes....BUT at least I got in their in the first place...I was so happy!We carried on walking up Rodeo Drive and I saw the most amazing car ever...it was blue! It was a Spylar or something like that, and had special windows, 2 exhausts, a molded body, cream leather seats, silver buttons on the inside....it was amazing ( just look at my pics)Our final stop was Sunset Blvd, which is famous for its nightlife, and we saw the bars and clubs we'd been to the night before. My favourite is the Viper Bar which was once owned by Jonny Deep and its where River Phoenix died and its not pretentious at all!! The trip was really good despite the annoying wannabe Mike and at least now I've seen a little more of LA.Back at the hostel I met Bal and Ravinder and a new girl called Elodie who is a professional R & B dancer. She's from France and she is really sweet. Tonight I convinced the girls to go to the band event that was being organized by the hostel and we literally had an hour to get ready before they picked us up. It took about 20 mins to get to the Derby and on arrival we were promised two free drinks and that's the only reason I wanted to go in the first place. The Derby is a concert venue for up and coming bands and although it was a lovely venue the music was s***! It was hard, hard rock in one room and country in the other. The hard rock was that bad that one bloke walked around with earplugs in! The free drinks were vile and despite asking for vodka and coke I ended up with cranberry and vodka but I think I was lucky to end up with that over the noise. In the end we stayed in the country and western room because the people were nicer in their but none of us could understand why they had brought us to this place because it was in the middle of know where but we soon realized when we saw one of the organizers selling drugs. I reckon they took us all to disguise the fact they were selling drugs - I mean why else would they take us and ply us with free drink?We left the club at 10.30 and as we were all starving the driver took us to McDonalds and the funniest thing ever happened. Steve one of the lads from the hostel went to the toilet and as he opened the door he saw an old man butt naked bending over underneath the hand dryer drying his arse and sack! Steve freaked out and told the cashier and he didn't give a toss he just asked him what number meal he wanted. All of the boys were freaking out because they were desperate for the toilet but I was in hysterics in the middle of McDonalds because things like this only happen in America. Whilst we were waiting for our food the man came out fully dressed carrying a black bin bag - he was a tramp having a bath! And once again I started pissing myself with laughter.By this time it was 11.30 and we were meant to be going out to sunset Blvd but Elodie was tired so we came back to the hostel and had an early night in preparation for our big night out tomorrow night!Tonight I lay in bed and laughed myself to sleep just thinking about the man drying his arse!