On the way back to the shuttle bus , a lovely lady called Georgia, like my sister, from Lehman, insisted on doing a deal with me so she could go and relax by her pool with a clear conscience like me. At least I did not ask her hundreds of daft questions, she got off lightly if you ask me.

I found a prospect, clever me and he is healthy and drinks lots of water like me.

"Excuse me, sweet, hydrated Wolfie Chops. Here is my business card, let's do some deals together. Everyone else is wheeling and dealing here like mad, why should we be left out?

Lunch, you want to do lunch, you love power lunches. Funny, me too. Ok it's a deal. Do you like Grammercy Tavern, Union Square Cafe, Zen Palette?

They all sound good, do they serve plastic wolves?

Sure, No problem, in NewYork, all are welcome. Just don't bring your water bottle as these are all snooty places and they get funny about that type of thing. you have to drink their water. Don't worry I will explain it all.

No, you don't need a jacket unless you want to go to Picholine for the cheese platter.

Phew, what a lot of questions to ask, MrWolfie Chops, ah, these country yokels need a lot of hand holding.

Now that all my hard work's over for the day and I arranged an important lunch back in NY, I can go and relax by the luxury giganticus Roman pool at Caeasar's Palace. It sure is hard work being be me. Well earned Pina Colada by the pool is in order now. Where do you get the shuttle bus away from this concrete Central Hall?

Actually to tell you the truth I had to go to Vegas as the powers that be from the office told me that the big retail conference ICSC is a great place to pick up new propects who may be interested in real estate research.

Look at the lovely prospect I found right enough. Borris the Cuddly Plastic Bear promised me,"I can be very fierce when I feels like it, you just go off and enjoy yourself in Vegas and remember what happens in Vegas, didn't happen."

Ahh, Boris, what sound advice. A long overdue romantic adventure may be calling me. I wonder if there are any hotties at this stuffy old real estate convention. Darn, I am supposed to be looking for prospects. Focus,SP. Focus, no distractions for you.

They were all too busy focusing on something else.

I love Vegas, everything is larger than life and I did not see a single dog or pig the whole time I was there. I tell you it looks just like that great HBO series Rome , where everybody had lots of sex and then got killed. Lucky not a soul recognized me.

Correct smartie pants, it is easy.

Caesar's Palace, Vegas!

There was so many princesses everywhere at the poolside, I just got lost in the crowd.

Phew, that Chinease Dragon Dog was a real smart one sending me here. Try finding me here, if you can.

Actually I quite like being in hiding.

Did you guess where I skeedaddled to yet?

"Why your Royal Miss Scottishness," the chap with the muscles and sheild replied, "How might we be of service to you? We can be your bodyguards but we travel in a pack of four, I am afraid."

"You guys look like the friendly idle sort who could do with a little job.

(Those of you who know me will know i love giving people little jobs to do in holy service of the SP)

Would you care to protect the SP against any wild four legged predators with paws or snouts who woof in the middle of the night?"

Clue Number 2.

Ok, where am I?

Clue Number 1.

Half way through the parade a Chinease Dragon dog came looking for me and warned me,

"SP, my dear one, you had best go back into hiding as every dog and pig in this little red apple of ours i on the warpath, for you. They are considering teaming up against you as an act of revenge. You had better sceedaddle m'lady. Take the next plane out of town or you may end up as mincemeat in a hamburger bun, what a waste of black sequins that would be."

How do you like that? I thought the hat and red sunglasses was working well as a disguise, obviously not.

"Help, Mr Dragon Bug Eyed Dog,where can I go, where no hot blooded four legged will be able to find me?"

"How about ..... s? ," he slobbered in my ear.

All that rain made me daydream about my dear old native land, Bonnie Scotland!

My poor felt Phillip Treacy hat will never be the same.

I found a magnificent White Caped Elvis who taught me how to get down and Boogie!

This Blue Winged Lady was surrounded by Paparazzi. We all want to copy her outfit for Burning Man.

Well you know what they say, the show must go on.

May 19th, even the Dogs and Pigs held a truce for the day.

New York City's first ever Dance Parade. So what if it rained, we all still had fun!