Burn Baby Burn!

So, I may have begged borrowed and stolen, but come December, Nyash and I will be running around Time Square like nauseating tourists, and then baking our black behinds on every beach we can find in The Cayman Islands! Yay - move over bourgeosie, the darkies are gonna be in town! Am so excited, I can't actually think about much else. But once all the travel arrangements were all set in stone, I did have a rather frightening realisation - my wobbly bits are far from bikini ready! But not to panic, a Virgin Active intervention is now underway. I begged borrowed and stole some more, and I now have a rather buff and mean looking personal trainer. Chosen purely for his frightening snarl, if he fails to whip this arse into string bikini shape, then I'm afraid, no one can. Torture and bootyliciousness begins tomorrow:( Keep you posted!