Aloha from Hawaii #2

Well after a month chugging across America it’s finally time to head for home. I’m in the Business Centre (sorry, Center) at Honolulu Airport preparing for a long schlep halfway around the globe. Two overnight flights and a whole day in the throbbing house...

Aloha from Hawaii

Sometimes being a travel writer can be such a bind. A real drag. Take where I am now for example. I’m in a rather fine hotel room at the fabulous Hilton Hawaiian Village right on Waikiki beach. As I write this I can turn my head slightly to the left and see the...

Barry, Tom, pants and flamigo legs

Ooh, Las Vegas. Ain’t no place for a poor boy like me as the great Gram Parsons once sang. And poor is what you certainly will be if you hang around here long enough. Talking of great singers, I went to see Barry Manilow here at the Hilton last night. What a...

vauxhall viva las vegas

Greetings from Sin City itself. I’ve just arrived in Vegas and am tapping away at this in my room at the Hilton twenty floors up with an amzing view across the city. They have this weird internet-through-the-TV thing here, which is a bit weird as it’s all...

Birthdays, basketball and the Blind Boys of Alabama

I’m back in the cardigan-infested internet place in Memphis on a dank, cold Tennessee Tuesday. It’s been some trip so far, what a town. I am in music heaven. In addition yesterday was Martin Luther King day here, with a whole bunch of events to celebrate...