The bed in my upgraded hotel room is enormous, there’s free WiFi, an enormous minibar, I don’t have an ounce of jetlag and there are four naked Swedish girls in my bathtub. Oh, and did I mention it’s all costing me less than £60 a night?
Only one of the above statements isn’t true. But, fuck it, who needs WiFi when you have the Swedish girls? I’m thinking of making them stand really far away so I can pretend they’re thumbnails. Is that weird?
So – yes – hello from San Francisco. I flew in yesterday – New Year’s Day – on an early morning flight from Heathrow. Given that I’d spent the previous night welcoming the arrival of 2009 with the usual gang of drunks, this was, of course, total fucking idiocy.