By mistake of course, I hope, and perhaps it will be returned to me before the evening ends. The highlight of last night was the striptease performed on the deck of the largest boat in the harbour. That's Cannes - maybe my bag will show up, maybe my movie will be screened, maybe I'll remain sober. Lots of maybes, but at least I know that what we hope for in life sometimes has a way of coming true. Au revoir from the party.
Yesterday is a blur.
I remember that there were two Scotsmen on the Croissette who were in their kilts. They had two Daily Record Reporters following them around reporting their every movement. I'm presently sitting with a Montevideo beauty who has sold her Cannes laundry business because there is no money in dirty laundry in Cannes, so I'm not going to talk gossip with you. I attended the Scottish Screen breakfast but the executive producer of a movie by the guys who did the Blair Witch Project was refused entry to see us - he was told we weren't there and to come back after the party was over. So we went to the American Pavilion instead and had a good time.