I forget....

For the first time in nearly 3 months I've finally left LA !!!

A drive in a mustang, roof down to San Diego. Driving along the 101, we pass thru small 'towns' where one can always find one of 3 things:

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An old dude on a Harley

A Surf shop

Somewhere to do Yoga.

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I've finally encountered the California of the imagined, miles of sleepy golden beaches, surfing and like chilling dude.

San Diego was like Los Angeles without the attitude, or the bullshit, I made a vow to go again!

Yesterday I was watching Entourage, the final episode of the previous season, HBO is racking them up again in prep for the new season.

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I only bring this up as after my San Diego jaunt, my friend tells me he pick me up in an hour in the mustang convertible, we arrived back in LA at 9 and we both needed to chill for an hour before drinking.

I barely have time to have a cup of tea and read emails before I'm leaving my apartment and making the 1 min walk to Hollywood Blvd.

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Now I know I complain a lot about how hectic it is where I live, and I know I have no-one to blame but myself for going there, but as I waited on the corner of Hollywood and Cherokee, I'm spotted by a local street punk who knows me, we chat and thankfully he moves on, as Limos and Porsche's pull up looking for a valet for the numerous clubs that surround my apartment like marauding zombies...

A group of excited kids from the suburbs approach me and ask me to take their picture outside the club at the top of my street, owned by Mr Demi Moore, which I do, they ask for another which I do, then they go wild as a celeb pulls up at the club in a limo, a celeb I don't recognise and looks around 15 years younger than me.

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In the midst of the frenzy, a Mustang pulls up, roof down and I join a blond actress, my friend the writer, and a singer who works with Grammy winning producer. The kids who got me to take their picture take a shot of me jumping in the Mustang, they love it, it's so Hollywood!

Me and the actress are in the back, her hair flowing, as we cruise Hollywood and then we hit Sunset. As we drive, people stare, are they famous? The actress is beautiful, my friend is good looking and the singer looks...like a singer.

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I feel like I'm in an episode of Entourage as the girl puts her hands in the air to feel the wind and speed thru the neon lights of the Sunset strip towards a drinking hole, a long night ahead.

Yeah, it was good to get out of LA, even if it was for only a few hours, but once your back in Los Angeles, it has a habit of reminding you why you came here in the first place...the living breathing movie set.