Monday, December 28, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
I am constantly covered in dog hair.
I don't care what i look like ever.
I wear the most comfortable thing i can find.
I have bad cell reception.
Im constantly opening the fridge looking for mum's food.
I smell horse poop in the air.
I drink loads of tea all through the day.
I go to bed early.
My morning alarm is dogs climbing on my head.
I watch bad television.
The morning sunrise from my parents house:
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Unlucky they won't let us land at the airport because we are to late and they are closed.
Is it gonna be a hot Australian Christmas this year or another crappy one?
I am hoping for crappy. I am flying from Europe with not a single summer outfit and every piece of woolen clothing I own.
It's not going to be much fun sitting in my thermals on on a hot sunny Aussie day.
I am sitting in the dressing room at a very famous recording studio in London. Air studios. It's an old church that has been converted to a studio/ performance space. It's really beautiful.
We are playing a really intimate gig for 200 people. It's a radio thing.
Behind the stage is a floor to cieling organ, HUGE.
I just had a moment to myself while watching Buble where i was like Holy crap. This guy is so fricking amazing at what he does, and i am so proud to be apart of it all. He's completely charming everyone, and everyone is losing their minds. Young pretty girls, hipster girls, mums, grandma's , skater boys, dad's, straight men, gay men. I love it.
Flying to Baden Baden, Germany as soon as the show is done.
Yesterday was a busy day.
I shook Lady Gaga's hand (TINY), had lunch with Mika (sweetheart), returned a smile to Miley Cirus in the stairwell (butch), chatted with Whoppi Goldberg (awesome), watched Anastacia fall down the stairs (funny), and had to wait behind many doors while the Queen moved through the building (annoying).
Other than Buble and some comedian the Royal Variety Show was just okay.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Bette was late so we have had to sit through her rehersal before we can do ours.
I am a huge Bette fan. As a kid I would dance to the 'Boogie woogie bugle boy' at any chance I could. But today, Bette Midler = Holy Diva.
A very sweet and polite diva, but 'W one more time and I will have to push her in the orchestra pit.
Normally I would escape to the dressing room, but today its one of those up this hall, down this corridoor, take the elevator to the 2nd floor, turn left, head around that bend and then your there..... Sigh. Too much effort.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
I always use the excuse that am too busy to talk, but really, i just can't be arsed repeating myself.
My days are often long and exhausting and the last thing i want to do is talk about what i did that day. Especially more than once.
So my plan is to write a short entry every couple of days with some photos so you can keep up with where i am in the world and the random things i am up too.