Crispian woke me up lying on the beach in Acapulco. I have to say, I had the most horrendous hangover. And whilst my head hurt it did not hurt as much as that of the imbecilic Passepartout I was travelling with. You see as soon as I realised what had[…]

First thing I did when I got off the plane in Waikiki was head straight for the beach. That is where the bars are. I had never drunk a gin and tonic out of a pineapple before, and truth be told it was not a great experience. I almost poked my eye out[…]

One the bright side, I did not get any flour in my hair. On the down side, I got thoroughly vansick and the bumping up and down was redolent of sitting inside one of Ringo Starr’s drums, it had absolutely no rhythm at all. Luckily I could vomit[…]

What the hell was I doing drinking in LA. At twenty past six. In the morning. Staving off the hangover I suppose. Crispian had been away for a long period of time, and I wondered if he was getting some sort of vendetta against the film studios out of[…]

California apparently knows how to party. Which would probably explain why much of the countryside was a wasteland with just the odd beer can and paper-cup knocking about. Considering the number of people who lived their, a party that size would requ[…]

So there we were, not so much getting our kicks on Route 66, more getting a good kicking. The truck, with its mysterious driver kept buffeting out rear and I had no illusions that if he managed to draw level, he would be able to force us off of the r[…]

Sitting in the back of the car while Crispian is driving is a little bit like stepping into a time warp. That and the gin made it feel like three months had passed, when actually it was only a day. Yes, Amarillo had been as depressing and as horrible[…]

It transpired that the problem in Kansas City was wholly music related. As mentioned yesterday, apparently “everything is up to date in Kansas City”. So much so that actually no-one bothered updating anything after the song was set. So tw[…]

We rolled into Kansas City at the break of dawn, dog tired and in need of succor. What that really means in this context is I let Crispian kip in the boot whilst I went out looking for a liquor store that would sell me same badly needed gin. Unfortun[…]

Several things can go through the brain of an attractive woman when she is standing in a top secret compound underneath Graceland having just killed Elvis Presley. I must admit to my chagrin that “Yessss!” was the main thought. It is very[…]