Listening to Jeff Buckley sing "Hallelujah" on the the little portable I-Pod player I brought - then Edith Piaf, then The Animals, then Eddie & The Hot-Rods, then Leonard Cohen and Jennifer Warnes singing "Joan of Arc", all sitting poolside - it doesn't get much better than this. Last-day faint depression looming(for the second time) but that's to be expected -apologies in advance if the blog is somewhat uninspired....

Evening now, cool and breezy. Petit Piton is dead ahead, framed by two tall coconut palms - it's like a Gauguin postcard - in a few minutes, there'll be a star right above the summit and it will look like a giant Christmas tree. If anyone out there ever comes to St. Lucia, The Hummingbird Resort at Soufriere is just great - and inexpensive, too...

Fifth day trapped on the Holodeck - I'm not sure how much more of this my kind can take - I am now trapped in a program created by number two, and to call it bizarre would be a huge understatement. It appears to be set on a Polynesian island peopled entirely by women with full beards, huge breasts and a penchant for playing the trombone - even during sexual congress. I have a number of bruises around my head, shoulders and buttock regions, and two nasty friction burns on my tongue. I also can't stop arching my right eyebrow for dramatic effect, and my Super- Thespian powers appear to have been almost entirely drained - all I can manage is a quizzical look and a wry smile- frankly, I don't know if I'd even be capable of doing a voice-over for Goodyear tyres, at this point. I am trying to re-program the control software to at least get rid of the beards - it's really starting to make my face itch.