Monthly Archives: September 2006

Phoenix rising in Arizona

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When you travel as much as I do across the ebb and flow of time zones then the body learns to adjust. The body clock tunes in to the international biorhythms that the earth lives by.. Jet lag does not affect experienced international travellers such as myself. If you are going to survive in this world you must be hip to its flow. It’s 3.43am and I’m sat by my computer wide awake like a freakin’ Duracell bunny tapping away on this computer like a loon. Read more [...]

Fully Booked as spoonerism.

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But never, NEVER, book a smoking room in an hotel. I never do. Except for this once. It was already booked. "oh, you asked for a smoking room" says the receptionist avoiding eye contact with me. Normally I make a point of asking for a non smoking room. I struggle with my bags to the second floor. As the lift door opens the stench hits me - the entire floor reeks of cigarettes. It clings to the carpet and fills all space in between. I am sure I can hear a respirator machine inhale and exhale as I pass through the corridors. It feels a little like The Shining. America is telling me something and America is right. Smoking sucks. Period. Read more [...]

Lost in a Limousinie

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I secretly wish the Limousine driver was more attentive to the job in hand than to turning his head. The limo uncoils outside the airport "It's the best hotel in Tempe" he says "The best". My flight was nine hours long and I'd just smoked my the first cigarette . It was 2am in my body but 5pm in Phoenix Arizona and I was enjoying an oxeygen deficiancy high from the smoke. The drivers words shot through my head like a distant steam train. "and it's one hundred and one degrees". He had the habit of repeating the end of his sentences "one hundred and one degrees". Maybe he wasn't repeating his lines - Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. Playing tricks. On me! Read more [...]

Moving to hell.

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I thought moving to London would be a piece of cake, and it was at first. Though I should have seen the signs when I was packing away my gear into a van in Manchester. My friend Jason, stood on the lip of the back of the van got his feet tangled up. Concentrating on untangling his feet stopped him concentrating on putting his hands up as he fell out. He landed head first on the concrete kerb. It is the most frightening thing I have ever seen. The sound is still in my head. A solid deep sound. He lost a tooth and immediately started shaking -he was having an internal fit. And then he went still as if dead: his eyes wide open, his glasses smashed. "Jason, Jason". Read more [...]

Kitchen, War and Boney M.

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The GF and I had an argument this week. I’ve seen two shows this week. On the one hand Mark Thomas at The Soho Theatre on Dean Street in a one man show about his singular campaign against the international arms trade. And a few days later, today, I saw my very first musical Daddy Cool. The Story of Boney M featuring English stars Michelle Collins, Javine and Harvey. Two shows, two opposing sides of the cultural spectrum. Read more [...]

Pineapples Sex and Ikea

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I have just read the entire history of "The Pineapple" , an opportunity that I would not have were I not judging a competition. I have forty books to read over the next three weeks, a minimum of two books a day. Counting days to calculate the workload deadline ratio is the firs sign of panic. You'd be suprised where a pineapple popsup. Ever heard "I have a pineapple". These the first lines of that famous martin luther king speech. No? Read more [...]