So I'm off again. Yes, I know. The life of an international jet-setter is actually exhausting, please feel my pain. I'm going to London tomorrow with the boys from Q107 Toronto. Why? I'm not entirely sure. Something to do with a salute to British rock, I think, but honestly? It's just an excuse for a road trip. Don't get me wrong - we are going to put some major effort into the shows, and they will be entertaining, full of local colour and crazy characters and hilarious hijinks. We are not big fans of the radio shows that jet off to the tropics every winter and do a week of broadcasts where the highlight consists of making the frozen listener back home listen to birds chirping and waves crashing on the beach. No, we are going to London in FEBRUARY, so we can wander round in the rain, eat pub food and have Ryan call everyone "Guv'nor".
I can tell you right now that traveling with a bunch of guys (there are 7 of them) will have its challenges. We are renting a couple of apartments downtown, and although I will get my own room, I will not have my own bathroom. I know. Yikes. I have agreed to attend a soccer (sorry, football) match with the lads, and I have resigned myself that it will be more Fox and Firkin than Fortnum and Mason. Of course, I have two very dear friends living in London, both of whom have said "but why aren't you staying with me, where we can go shopping and go to art galleries and have cocktails?". and I'm all "No. I'm good. I actually WANT to hang with the guys and talk sports and have farting contests".
So there you have it. We leave tomorrow. We have two days off to acclimatize ourselves and gather some material for the shows, which begin Wednesday from the Hard Rock Cafe in London. I am bringing an umbrella, a travel candle and some mints. If you don't heard from me for a while, don't worry. I may actually be having a good time.