I passed three of them yesterday – all as talented as tree stumps. One was dancing badly to George Michael, another one was balancing a plastic sword on her head that was thick and flat – more like a hat, and a sitar player who was playing to backing tracks. BACKING TRACKS. I shouldn’t be bagging … Continue reading Buskers are the new beggars
The worst thing about losing your job is trying to come up with a glam reason for leaving. No one’s going to believe you’ve been poached by NASA, but keep it realistic and vaguely mysterious, and everyone that’s still employed will wish they weren’t. I’ve essentially been dumped, so I’ve got three weeks to lose … Continue reading prison break
I was scared this blog would flatline (or continue to flatline) once I got back, but it turns out there’s loads of material here at home. I’ve probably only got 1-2 posts a week in me, but as Kath Day-Knight would say, treat ‘em mean, keep ‘em keen. I’ve witnessed some serious butchering of the English language lately – not, … Continue reading soudku
So this is the olive branch instalment – there’s about a week missing and the writing’s sloppy, but you’ll take what you’re given: LA Day 1– Caught the bus from Hollywood to Santa Monica Pier, then walked from there toVenice Beach. I was prepared for hippies/druggies/transvestites, but not for all of the guys hanging round in their … Continue reading Someone wise once said to me – ‘hey, your blog is ridiculously brilliant – why don’t you do another one.’
Vegas is the saddest place on earth. It’s where sad glittery dreams go to die. Most people are despondent, a handful elated, and several, like myself, at the mercy of an array of emotions. Elated: Won $50 on my first game of roulette Despondent: Lost it in the next minute Elated: Saw how … Continue reading I woke up in a dumpster, I’m 50 grand in debt, and my kidney’s missing – what happened last night?
I don’t like revolving doors – I never have and I never will. I call them the glass carousel of fear because there’s always that possibility you’ll get clipped on the Achilles if you don’t get out quick enough. I did a few slow laps this morning after rush hour just to test the theory, … Continue reading rock on
Aaaah, San Francisco – hippy home, homosexual haven and all round crowd pleaser. No one has anything bad to say about SF – No one. The only complaint is that you can’t get a good coffee here, but that’s a given in the US. I thought I was in luck this morning because I found a … Continue reading I’m in saaaan fraaan sisco, and yes – I’m wearing flowers in my hair
This conference is meant to be about books but it’s just a cover for promoting world peace. Everyone here is over 60 – this seems to be a recurring theme in my travels – and they’re all super philanthropic. I feel guilty now that I don’t run a soup kitchen or volunteer at an … Continue reading Sorry I haven’t written for a while – I’m a professional and professionals don’t mix business with pleasure.
I’m staying in downtown LA at a place that I could never afford if I was paying for it, and the first thing I’ve done is spread out my clothes on the floor, chuck all my paperwork on the bed, have my ipod and the tv running at the same time and leave the … Continue reading a room with a view
Washington is the perfect place to go to nurse a New York hangover. It’s quaint and it’s pretty and it’s almost devoid of tourists. I don’t know if that’s because I’ve come at some freak non-peak time of the year – all I know is that it’s been glorious. The funny thing about Washington … Continue reading post apple