More pics from my first overseas trip: Club Med, Malaysia, 1990.
If I have to, I can still brush up OK without a shirt, though it involves some serious short-term chocolate deprivation. Last year, in a kind of coy routine, I took mine off on five different nights at the Pirate Bar during my show My Argentina: Learning Spanish and Loving Thatcher, and I was glad no-one ever laughed … although they did later, when I made a bit of a joke of it.
