Such is the sound I made this morning.
Yesterday saw us having the last of a series of meetings with our lawyers, which somehow turned into a bit of a celebration. Rather a lot of Japanese food was consumed, along with rather a lot of Japanese beer.
I've come to the conclusion that my beer drinking days are over. I just feel so dreadful the morning after, whereas if I drink wine, all is fine. Well, fine-ish.
Harry is now winging his way to Macedonia to begin the Faithless tour - he's singing with them throughout this summer. An undoubted highlight of the tour will be their performance at Glasto, where they play the main stage just before Stevie Wonder. I can feel the need for a backstage pass coming on.
Meanwhile, I'm finalising a plan for the recording of the album. Originally, we were going to do this in London. We're now thinking that we should decamp to the South of France for a couple of weeks and do it there.
It worked for these fellas.
Arguably their best album, Exile...was made at Keith Richard's villa. But joking aside, removing ourselves from London would ensure we'd be free from distractions and able to focus on making a really great record. Which is what it's all about.
And I suppose there's the added benefit that the weather, food and wine are infinitely more agreeable.
A bientôt...
a l e x m o k e
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