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It has to be said – relaxing in a classy hotel room is wayyyy better than dragging one’s sorry exhausted arse through cattle-class flights & unfriendly airports. Presently I’m sitting in our loungeroom at the Trump International Tower, looking out across Downtown and over into the mountains. Our room is amazing. Seriously, this is the…
G’day thrillseekers! You can tell when I’m bored when I start blogging things as I’m actually doing them. In a fit of disastrous forward planning, I’ve got 6 hours to kill in Dulles Washington Airport, on my way to Las Vegas. It hasn’t taken long to ascertain that Dulles is in fact nowhere usefully near…
It’s not as often as I’d like that I get the chance to do a random quick dash out to Europe based on a wafer-thin premise, however Big Pete’s insistence that we go to an Iron Maiden gig provided just that impetus! Admittedly we could have gone to Twickenham, but they only had shite seats…
I’m a big fan of careering off on illogical adventures at relatively short notice, so when my housemate James asked me about a fortnight ago if I wanted to come to Reykjavik for a free Bjork gig I mightily hit the “YES” button with mahoosive portions of enthusiasm. The first thing to hit me about…