Oooh, what a week! Went to London to rehearse Jools Hollands Hootenanny then got a private jet on Imelda May Hairlines to Paris for a TV show with Vigo Mortesen - I know, a Private Jet! - Oooh look at me Mr La-De-Da, sounds nice doesn't it and it was going there but on the way back we hit a very bad shit-storm which nearlly farted us from the skies, I almost upchucked my caviar and baby deer sandwich into the Champagne bucket!