Day 5.

This is my brave crew who are off to Tasmania with me now.

I happened to meet Gordon Ramsey’s head chef (Melbourne) and he’s meeting us at the Hobart restaurant he used to work at.

We may have to fight off Tasmanian devils and that crazy kind of bird that eats sheep and can break into cars, but if you look closely at each of these faces you’ll know that we will succeed.  Each of us has stashed a 9 year old bottle of Bordeaux wine for this occasion so we’re fighting for more than just our lives here, we’re fighting for our religion.

COURTNEY TAYLOR-TAYLOR

Day 1.
I call this one “again hotel life again”.

The two things that make this really mean something to me are the Grateful Dead shirt and the Star Wars pillowcase.  I’ve carried that fucker around for years. Through airports.   Across continents.  It helps me sleep.

Then, of course, perfectly three  – or more likely four (but definitely not five) – star stylings are a hugely repetitive part of my life too.  Not only of my life but of all touring rock bands who are good enough to achieve international travel and accommodations paid for by the promoter.

Nice.

I think I’m going through a phase in my life right now where I’m really appreciating how cool all the little details are and not really sweating too much of the negative shit.   If it persists til the end of this tour I’m pretty sure I will not be bummed…. But then again I’m pretty drunk right now.

COURTNEY TAYLOR-TAYLOR