Three Giant Leaps...

London – Doha

First off it’s up at 4:00am for a 4:45am bus to Heathrow. Beth and I struggle a little after a few bottles of Leffe with Mark & Ashli at Chapter the night before. I pretend I’m still on tour and we make it through. I sleep all the way to Heathrow, repack my bags a few times due to strict luggage restrictions and leave a bottle of champagne with the check-in clerk. It pays off later.

So – I buy Tracy Emins’ memoirs “Strangeland”, some new headphones, some ridiculously expensive whisky for the single-malt lover at home & the last Nick Hornby novel “A Long Way Down”. I watch “The Devil Wears Prada” & “The Break Up”. Ugh. The guy next to me takes over my space. I sleep.

Doha – Singapore

I douse myself with Issey Miyake & buy a Christian Dior make-up compact Duty Free at Doha Airport. I think the fact that it’s white leather & called “Detective” is what does it for me. Because. I. Am. A. Spy. I hijack wireless for hours & chat with Antoine in Toronto about philosophies of sexuality & our intolerance for intolerance. This tour has made me start thinking again. I finish off the memoirs, particularly struck by this …

When Flying

I usually sit with earphones on, watching a terrible film – one that’s supposed to be funny – engrossed and laughing like a lunatic.
Two hours later, I’m crying my eyes out to My Best Friends Wedding – the same bloody film.
Flying is tough. But it’s like someone said to me once: “When you land, you have to wait for your soul to catch up”.

All this happens before boarding the plane, as our flight is delayed 2 hours. I mostly sleep on the way to Singapore, although I do chat to Jim, the guy next to me for a while. He’s on his way to meet his Indonesian mistress and travel around the islands for 6 months. Bastard! Listening to my ipods latest and greatest hits, I have no idea where I am.

Singapore – Melbourne

I kill time at Changi Airport on the internet, wrapping up merch deliveries and invoices. Then I get all glamoured up - hitting the MAC store for some led rip gross. The noodle soup is disappointing and I fall asleep in the cinema upstairs watching the Princess Diaries 2. It’s bloody awful!

The plane trip is uneventful. I watch “Little Fish” and cry in my seat. I realise I am crying for more than the movie and that makes it harder to stop. Thank you Singapore Airlines for the eye mask. I sleep listening to party tunes on my ipod. I can’t get enough of these...

“Is This Love?" Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
“Listen Up” The Gossip (JD, what is that remix?)
“Hounds of Love” Kate Bush
“Music is my Hot, Hot Sex” CSS
“Emotional Levy” The Aislers Set
“House of Jealous Lovers” The Rapture