Losing my mind.

I had an idea for a blog.

However, by the time the page loaded i had completely forgotten.

I think it might be old age.

It couldn't be the glass of wine i just drank in a matter of minutes.

My holiday.

After 7 months of promo, 6 weeks of touring and a hellish Juno's experience, I decided it would be a good idea to go into hidden.

It was almost at the point of permanent hiding. A small room in a mental institution.

Peaceful as they may have sounded, it wouldn't have paid the bills.

So holiday on my lonesome is was.

I needed to spend some time hanging with just me.

I often forget to sit down and ask myself "how are you doing", "are you finding things to smile about?", "are you happy".....

Sometimes i don't even listen to music for weeks.

Crikey, thats the souls fuel.

I spent a week in Toronto.

Didn't speak to anyone for the 3 days.

Barely looked at my phone.

The very first morning i woke up to the sound of Street Cars/Trams. I felt like i was home.

Toronto is very much like Melbourne and i love every second of being there.

I rode the trams to know where.

I walked up and down the streets and shopped in vintage stores and cute boutiques.

I sat in the park and read.

I sat in cafes drinking coffee and writing in my journal.

I played my guitar.

I listened to jazz, drank red wine and danced around the room.

The first 4 nights i stayed at a really cool hotel.

The last few nights i stayed with my wonderful friends Steve and Seamus and puppy Rhys. They were so loving. I didn't want to leave.

I didn't take my camera out with me.

I was done being a tourist for a while.

The room i made messy very quickly. I didn't make my bed once.

All my shoes i made fit in my suitcase.

Not the greatest view. But there was vibe.

My lovely.

This is my dear friend Ineke.

I mentioned a while back that she was visiting from back home.

She's gone to be all clever like and study law in Italy.

Hmmmm. Who thought i could be friends with smart people.

I miss.

This was from a night out in Seattle.

Blunnies

I forgot to include a really important Aussie word.

Blunnies - Short for Blundstone Boots.

Im sure you non Aussies are familiar. I find they are far more popular in the states/Canada than they are back home.

Recently when i was in San Francisco i saw a girl wearing them.

Dirt and all.

Aussie lingo

I love that look i get most times when i talk to people. Takes just a second to realise it's because im Australian. And i spell realize as realise because thats how Aussies do it.

I have noted some words and their meanings that you should know if you know me.

Learn 'em!

Crack onto (someone) - To hit on someone

Crook - Sick

Dag - Goof / Dork

Bogan - Redneck

Dipstick - Idiot

Esky - Cooler

On the grog - Drinking alcohol

Milk bar - Corner store

Perve - Checking someone out

Pigs arse - Bullshit

Rack off - Get lost

You little ripper - Reaction to good news

Root/ rooted - Shag or shagged.

Shelia- Woman, Generaly a bogan (My Assistant is named Shelia. hehe)

Snag - Sausage

Togs- Swimmers

Ute - utily vechile/truck

Tinnies - Cans of beer

Crack it - Hissy fit

Indian.

Two nights in a row.

I'm not sure it's a good thing.

London Town.

So I am in London.

Back at it.

I have already ruined a pair of boots. I always have the best intentions of dressing like lady when i start a new tour leg.

AND then... last night happens. Pouring rain, beautiful suede boots not waterproofed. Pftt. Who waterproofs their shoes??

I am staying at my favourite hotel in the entire world.

This photo reminds me of the last time i was here. My ever so eccentric and special friends Lottie and James were traveling through town, and we had a sleep over in my room. Prior to the sleepover we partied in Madonna's bathroom.

Sounds like i'm cool right?

Not really.

She had a room ( and i mean a F - off suite) for press in the same hotel. Thanks to my friends who work with her James was able to steal her fresh flowers and do a quick shoot in her tub.

I am working on uploading some photos for you and will fill you in on my down time when i am not too busy strolling the streets of Soho, drinking coffee at Flat White and inhaling Indian food.