Haven't had time to blog from LA, so here are the last 3 days rolled into 1.

1st night arrived at 8.30pm. Saw where Michael Jackson died. Gemma was tired so went to bed to dream about me again, whilst I checked out the hotel bar. Was in the bar for less than 30 minutes and saw my first gun, luckily the guy was a detective with San Francisco PD and not a gangsta wanting to put a bullet in my bottom. I had heard rumours, men from San Fran like butting things in bottoms.
Day 2, we walked what felt like the whole of LA, but was only 4 miles or do along to Fox Studios. Couldn't work out how to get in so walked round the block and got lost. Saw avenue of the stars though and was disappointed to find I didn't have a street named after me. After that, went to Rodeo drive... No cheap. Offered to get Gemma something from Tiffanys window as I had just found a brick on the floor. She refused.
Back at the hotel we had arranged to meet gemmas relatives and went a tour of LA, saw the Hollywood sign and went down to Santa Monica which is pretty cool.
Today (our last day) we went to Universal studios. Met my hero Homer Simpson and had a Duff. Saw loads of tv sets for Desperative housewives, chuck etc.
All in all, some parts of LA are lovely, some are very very run down
8am transfer to the hotel tomorrow morning then a 1 hour flight to San Fran.