In a word: Bizarre. Suddenly I'm meeting journalists all over the place, journalists who for whatever strange reason know who I am. Why? What? Really? Posing here with the editor of CB news Benjamin and AOL's free ice-cream (aol are in the ice-cream buisiness now y'all), I had a blast but find it real hard work with the sun taking most of my energy. One of these days I'm going to Cannes on a vacation. I didn't even manage my traditional dip in the ocean and race to the buoys with the Dutch soundcrew of Massive music (who I have never once beaten, but it's fun to try). Oh well, next year?
Nashville. A city in the middle of an American state which is deeply conservative, where "everyone" prays to Dolly Parton, drinks whiskey, and owns a cowboy hat, a few guns, as well as real cowboy boots. Right? Or?
