sab | if music be the food of love, rock on

if music be the food of love, rock on

I'm coming home tomorrow, back to LA from London for those playing the home game. Hamlet was [superlative],

cazling makes a mean wingman, and I have stories and a review for all of you scribbled on dozens of notebook pages just waiting to be keyed in.

Until then, please wish me a safe and turbulence-free flight across the Atlantic -- there's thunderstorms all around the rim and across Canada and I'm having pre-flight nerves already. It's just past midnight here in south London and I leave at the crack of dawn to chase noon across America and land, jetlagged, eleven hours later in LA tomorrow afternoon. Picture a white light around the plane for me, as we say in my family.

My world was indeed rocked. Watch this space. I love you!