Had a funny sketch at the airport yesterday when a family came up to me while I was queuing to get on the plane. They approached me (Mum, Dad and two young boys) and asked the usual "is it alright if they (and pointed to the boys) take a picture?"
"Go on then" says I, and the parents turned around and gave the camera to the eldest lad and got HIM to take a picture of THEM with me!!!! I did laugh.
Cordon was double hot. Not that I got to benefit from any of the sun's rays as I was trapped in my fucking room all bastard day. There was crazy screaming kids everywhere. All over the hotel!!
Couldn't even go for a quiet bitter and a liddle drinky . . . screaming birds all over the place with their bastard cameras . . . "one picture, one picture!!!!" Can someone tell me what the fucking obsession is with taking pictures??? The gig was a good 'un. Played well . . . sang well. It was good.
The crowd had blue and white balloons just like the Brazilian kids yellow and green ones . . . very fucking cool if you ask me. They was all singing city songs as well!! Muchas gracias and all that.
Legged it early as I had to be up to get back to the airport in time to catch the Man City versus Newcastle match in the VIP lounge . . . it's a long story. I got a little shout out during the Spanish commentary!! One of my senior Argentinian aids heard they said that I was watching the game in the VIP lounge at Cordoba airport!! Which of course I was . . . but how did they know?? The lounge was empty!! Anyway . . . we won. A magnificent performance. Made all the more sweet as their manager is a tool what needs his hair ruffling and a kick in the shins.
So . . . landed here in Buenos Aires. There was a little madness at the airport. Only a little though, no drama. Gig here tonight AND a day off tomorrow . . . holy shit-balls it could get a bit Lionel Messi!!