I have just returned from Miami Beach after a week of people watching and sunbathing. But not one to miss out, I got Mr PB to take me to the hotspot of the moment, Nikki Beach. Wow, that place is scary! Not only did I feel way too sober, but also like I had been thrown back in time to an 80's rave. The place is uber cool - beautifully done, with beds and seating outside, on the beach, and then a kick arse dance floor inside. But it was all rave and hip hop music, and no 80's singalong, or even Dolly Parton thrown in there. My hip gyrating suddenly seemed embarrasingly passe ( I always thought it was quite cool personally) and Mr PB seemed to be struggling more than usual with the 'leg and arm shake manouever'. So we battled on for a considerable amount of time on the sweaty 20 something dance floor, up against the dripping bikini clad bodies of taught youngsters...until we both admitted defeat and went to lie in a crumpled heap in a teepee. My advice? Go, it rocks, but have a few drinks first, and wear as little as you can..and you can always seek solace in the fact that there is bound to be someone older than you in there...somewhere.