The friendly skies
Currently in LA with Emma and Ruby. We had a great flight over – Ruby kipped and fed and kipped and fed the whole way.
Along the way we flew over Greenland, and saw some of the most incredible views I’ve ever seen from an aircraft. It was quite disconcerting to think that landscape so beautiful, on that scale, could be under threat from such a transient and ridiculous thing as humanity.
I didn’t think to try and take a photo, but I did take this shortly before we landed:
Looks like Smallville on a Saturday night, right? That there is actually Las Vegas; that concentration of light and colour and lurid largesse under seige from the flawless emptiness of the Nevada desert.
We stole a few hours sleep once we’d checked in, but we’re awake now, waiting for the sun to start rising. Between unfamiliar environs, jet lag, green tea and Orbital – Live at Glastonbury: 1994-2004 it feels a bit like the good ol’ days.
Now all I have to do is play my caffeine right all the way through to the espresso martini firing me up for tonight’s dinner engagement, at the end of what looks like being a day and a half.