The countdown to freedom continues and I have seven working days and counting until I’m released. Which is a relief as my plans to tunnel through to the Tower of London with just a rusty spatula I’ve been smuggling into work in my underpants just wasn’t working out. I nearly got an early reprieve with the offer of a junket to Iceland next week, though the chances of that happening now are somewhat flimsy. No matter – I’m fairly irrepressible right now, and some clean Reykjavik air would have been lovely, but what the hell, there’ll be other chances. Anyway, enough about me – you’d think this was a blog or something. Yawn yawn YAWN.
Here’s a live review I did for NME recently for a Lana Del Rey gig at the Jazz Cafe in Camden. Yes, big star, tiny place. The world’s a topsy-turvy place…
Shall we do Xmas in Iceland this year?
Sadly it seems the only way I can find out about your life is through your blog in other news.
That’s an interesting idea. Were you not copied into the many emails between Matt, you and myself discussing India for Christmas?
Yes. But I was largely uninterested.
I see. Well then you should have said so. I’m too stupid to work out if someone is being passive aggressive.
India!!!!! Like, Awesome!!!11!!!1!!1
Seriously, I don’t care where. I just want to see you both.