The View From My Face In Austin

Can't sleep at South By Southwest.

This is what I’m looking at right now:





Bad things about hotels:

When travelling the world in the name of music journalism I stay in hotels there’s no way I could feasibly afford myself. Hence standard social practices in these, like dishing out dollar bill tips like confetti, are beyond me. Hence the staff view me in a manner that suggests I ran over their cat during the taxi journey from the airport.

Nothing to eat at 4am. Not that I ever have anything to eat in my own flat at 4am. But I do live about five doors down from a kebab shop.

I always fall asleep to US TV resulting in me subliminally processing about eight hours of adverts for chilli dogs, deep pans and pizzas and burger deals – I’m sure I actually wake up fatter.

Good things about hotels:

There’s no pleasure quite like drinking the rest of your still-cold room service champagne from the night before to mark the first thing you do after you wake up.

Frankly, anything above ‘motorway Travelodge’ standard qualifies as much comfier than my £50 mattress.

Unlike my bedroom, hardly any of them are situated directly next to a busy north London bus route in such a way that allows you to make eye contact with passengers on the top deck of double deckers when they pass.

I'll be filling THIS with newsy goodness later on.