Lovely room, views of the river...awrfully posh.
Nice. Very very nice.
We chatted over a superb three course dinner and then relaxed in the bar getting pissed on expensive bottles of Barolo and Beaujolais-Villages.
All followed by many fine Hors d’Oeuvres de shag in the room till the wee hours.
I could get used to that.
+ she gave me a fukin superb North Face mountain jacket as a pressie . I'll never be cold on the streets of London ( or any other place for that matter ) again. It's gonna rock when it comes to touring again as it kinda splits into two more jackets for the summer.
B... you fukin rock honey x
The next morning, full English breakfast in bed.
Hotel operator: How would sir likes his eggs?
Me: Errr I dunno? Medium rare.
I think I was maybe still a bit pissed.
We prised ourselves away from the hotel at noon the next day, went back to B's and took the dogs out for a long walk.
Back to B's for a spot of chillaxin and a Thai curry I knocked up.
All in all I feel very relaxed from the whole experience.
Oh well, back to the real world.
Gonna do a spot of work with my mate N soon. Sooo Looking forward to it.
He's recently got himself a spot as an EAR ( Emerging Artist in Residence ) at the Royal Festival Hall, I'm gonna do some live record with him down there.
Seemingly every time the in-house guys have tried to record him, the finished mixes have sounded rubbish?
For somebody working at such a prestige venue that's just a bit pathetic?
I'd give my right arm to work there and if the work isn't up to scratch mate, whoever you are...I'm having your job.
Top stuff indeed.
Destroy a website today.
Right, I need food.