On the left – my excellent packing job.
The green arrow is pointing at my new favourite dress, which I think I’ll also wear to the Stella party. It’s almost too short. Almost. Smirk.
On the right are two travel essentials.
The water is gone before I board, and… oh wait – I have the perfect video about passports, hang on…..
Look at that – I was defeated by… my own lock. Can’t remember the black password.
See the symbol the blue arrow is pointing at? That’s what you want.
It means airport security has a universal key to open your lock. Otherwise, if airport security needs to get into your bag, they have to cut it off, now they’re frustrated with you, now your bag is getting tossed around accordingly.
I know this to be true because of the many nods of approval from the airport security people when they see it.
Action shot of my new show being designed. Down to the wire indeed.
There was so much to do before I left. Kinda wished I’d documented it a bit more. There was no time. Last week I was vibrating literally for days before. Oh no. As I type this a memory of the Olympics -After-Math coming back. The Crash. Moving on.
My tools. I only use Joby tripods, and I invent best with a Sharpie.
That’s my new favourite author, Greg Rucka. One more book after that and it’s over, you know the feeling.
Travel socks.
Aaaaaand landed.Game ON.
(those eyes haven’t slept for 50 hours. Made it to 63 before I fell on my face).
Ahahahhaha get it? Looks like I could be anywhere! That’s funny.
Kay whatever, it was very funny to me at the time.
That went everywhere with me, every day all day.
That’s where this blog post came from. I’m holed up in a bar in Vegas drinking Coke.
See how I positioned myself so you can’t read my screen from behind?
Security is the little things, remember that.
