If I ruled the world.......

If I ruled the world for just one day - today - I would suspend superstition and shake off the shackles of tradition. I wouldn't do the expected, the tried and tested, the predictable. Those things have messed us up and backed our planet into a corner ( a hard thing to do in a universe this big).

I would give the Bobbies in London the day off and take Julian Assange to lunch at the Savoy to reminisce about the good old days in Lismore and pick his brain for some juicy global gossip. I'd tell Sweden to pull its blonde head in and stop being so frickin' bitchy and self-righteous. You're very beautiful, yes and clever with furniture and such, but your legal system has more holes in it than Swiss cheese. The boy was framed and the rest of the world knows it. There's more beneath that fjard than meets the eye, eh?

While I was at it I'd get Sweden to look at their idiotic and irrational inheritance laws as well and give some of/ most of the Stieg Larsson trust to his de facto wife Eva Gabrielsson. I'd make Sweden stand in the corner for a good while over that one! And Britain...you can't storm a foreign embassy just because it's in your town...it doesn't work that way...okay? You can't change the rules as you go along or you'll end up with no-one wanting to play with you. Honestly, countries behaving badly!

Zipping over to Russia, I'd send Putin to the school of laughter to learn how to laugh at himself (that's in Australia because we do know how to mock ourselves mercilessly and we don't throw people into jail for making a creative and poignant statement about current affairs). Our entire entertainment industry is based on satire and parody.  In Russia you get imprisoned for speaking out against the government. I would immediately release those lovely Pussy Riot gals and sink a few vodka shots with them to celebrate the notion of  'freedom'.

I'd announce a global edict that celebrated gay marriage.

I'd make attendance at ethical, humane classes mandatory for all  fundamental religious enthusiasts.

 I'd divert money from military expenditure toward feeding third world countries.

I'd abolish prisons and create health and mental well-being 'psychiatric hospitals' to help care for and rehabilitate violent and tortured 'criminals' who have found themselves through environmental or biological reasons to be out of balance with society. They would be removed from mainstream society but treated humanely while we try to understand how such anomalies of spirit can and do occur and we would work toward prevention and cure.

I would overhaul the education system in such a way that it was holistic and effective instead of being a model of learning that is designed to constrict rather than construct the evolving adult spirit.

I would decriminalise drug use and regulate the industry with the support and advice of a crack team of medical professionals. Drug use is a medical issue as is addiction and can not be 'treated' by imprisonment.

I would outlaw the use of corn syrup in 'food'.

I would make health care/dental care free and available.

I would prohibit politicians from wearing business suits.

I would make today pajama day.

'Always look on the bright side of life' by Eric Idle would become the global anthem.

Refugees would be welcomed with compassion by countries with room to spare.

I would start an Olympics for artistic pursuits...dance, drama, art and music...but it would be about sharing not gold medals.

I would award myself an honorary Academy Award and Johnny Depp would present me with it. Slurp. 'Thanks so much Johnny'......

That's just for starters......tomorrow I'd tackle racism, sexism and some major environmental issues.....

That's my megalomaniac blog rant for the day.......Peace out.

Pussy Riot

If you want something done, you're best to do it yourself. Never is that more true than when you want to agitate and make big changes. The whole Occupy movement is a reponse to social and economic inequality and it is fueled by passion.  If there is something I believe in more than anything else in this world, it is the power of passion - for good, for bad but nothing in between. Passion doesn't accept second best. Passion doesn't give up. Passion isn't afraid of pain.

Today I had an article published in the wonderful Hoopla. It is an online magazine written by and for passionate readers. Readers who are predominantly female and who want to see wrongs righted, enjoy the solidarity of an online community and laugh at the ridiculous absurdities that we often face. My article today talks about Pussy Riot,  an all-girl punk rock outfit in Russia. These passionate women take their message to the public in a bold and shocking manner by gatecrashing events and delivering unforgettable performances that agitate for change. They are women who are hanging their balls on the line! Yeah, I know....but these chicks have bigger balls than most men I know. These are women who make me proud to be a woman.

I am not alone. As three of these brave girls wallow in prison awaiting what is already an unfair trial, facing unfair charges, men and women all over the world have been inspired to stand up and be counted as supporters. Putin, who already struggled with a reputation as a fool, is now looking even more cornered and ridiculous. To speak out against the little man is to incite the wrath of church, state and the narrow minded conservatives. Pussy Riot is facing some tough accusers, with burning sticks and a taste for blood.

Amnesty International is on the case. Celebrities such as Sting, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Peter Gabriel and the like have joined their voices to the cause.

If these girls can get up on a church altar and sing a prayer to the Virgin Mary to depose Putin and his cronies.....the world can shake off some of its apathy and get behind them.

Take a moment to google this outrage and raise your voice.

Here is a link to my article -


http://thehoopla.com.au/pussy-riot-red-square/

Madonna - my mentor

I've been thinking this morning about Madonna. You know, the famous one not Jesus' mother. That sums it up. What a remarkable human being to have the same name as the mother of God but to have gouged out a public profile that is bigger and bolder.

In my memoir I talk about the power and sheer awe that the arrival of Madonna on the music scene gave to me. She was everything I wanted to be. Sexy. Bold. Funny. Shocking. She even had the gap in her teeth that I had, only she made it look good.

For the entire span of her career I've grown up with her. I used to say that we were sides of the same coin - she was the successful disciplined side and I was the unnoticed, undisciplined side. I have read tales of her childhood and youth and find certain parallels. She lost her mother physically and whether through my own selfishness or some other force, I felt disconnected from my own mother at a similar age and grew up with 'mother' issues which might be why I became a compulsive baby-making machine. Five kids later and I still haven't mastered motherhood!

Madonna and I were both little Catholic narcissists.

Now she and I are middle aged. It's a tough time of life. Hormonal. Tiring. But still she soldiers on while I am just finding my career feet for the first time as a writer. She has been more inspirational than any other celebrity in my life. I dreamed of having a foursome with her and Sean Penn once (and my boyfriend of the time). That was quite a few years ago now! She is reportedly a control freak. I am a control freak and freakin' proud of it! Isn't that better than being an out of control freak? I am always wary of people who use 'control freak' as a term of abuse. I think it's a compliment.

My story of running away to the big smoke, chasing my dream of fame and fortune, canoodling about with rock-stars, mirrors her own youth. We both lived on popcorn for a while and I collected rosary beads (still do). But her determination was stronger than mine and I fell into the trap of partying instead of promoting myself. I had talent. I had ambition but I lacked discipline. She became addicted to health and fitness and I discovered champagne and cocaine. She took the smarter path there.

Our society views the word 'discipline' with a severe caution. It sounds hard and sharp. But discipline does not restrict, it gives you freedom. It's taken me until 46 to truly understand that. It was my persistence at writing, the belief that I would get there in the end that won out, but it started with the discipline to sit at a computer and write the thing. That was the first step to my creeping success. I am just starting to be lured into a military 'make-over', a personal boot-camp if you will and suddenly find the word 'discipline' awfully sexy.

Today I woke at 2 a.m. and lay awake for hours wondering why I feel so out of sorts these days and it is because I am consumed by abject sloth. I'm tired. Depressed. Morose and unable to pull myself up out of it. It's become a quicksand, a quagmire of laziness. But it's not easy to get out of bed on cold mornings....blablabla. I remember reading that Madonna once said - 'easy doesn't make you grow' or something like that and it was those words of hers that got me up this morning, more motivated than I've been for ages.

She's a few years older than me, a mother, a career girl and she looks amazing. None of that comes easy. I'm going to go and find a pic of the Lady Madonna and stick it above my desk. I'm going to haul my sorry sack of flesh up and onto the treadmill. I'm going to give up booze and Tim-Tams and eat like the legend. The poor woman cops flak for being too muscly, too fit, too brazen with her middle-aged sexuality. Sounds like jealousy to me. I want her arms. I want her butt. I want her Madonna-ness.

Some journalist asked me the other day who I would like to play me if the movie version of my memoir was ever made - and I have had a sudden brainstorm. Madame M can buy the film rights to the book and produce and direct and her daughter can play the teenage me! Of course, in a weird and disturbing twist - I will play my own mother!!! It's a brilliant idea. But how to get my book in front of Madonna.........

Lights. Camera. Action. So mode it be.

So healthy I feel GREAT!

Well. Today was the day that I was going to turn my life around and become fabulous. How's it going? Umm..it's GREAT. (I am supposed to answer that to such questions, more to convince myself than anything else). I woke up at 6:15 a.m. I had planned to get up at 5:30 a.m but I forgot to set the alarm and it was raining and cold and well....I have decided to add in some fine print. When it is raining and cold my get up time is 6:15.

I had a freshly juiced drink of carrot, apple, celery and ginger with some Super-Green powder stirred in. The thing looked like pond slime and I knocked it back fast. For a second I felt like I'd face-planted into a grassy  knoll but it wasn't as bad as it looked. It was, however, not very filling and my stomach played some horrific pipe organ music until lunch time.

I walked. I actually got out of bed and put day clothes on and went for a walk to a shop where I spent lots of money on junk I don't really need but I did also pick up some good books so it lifted my mood. Sedaris and Greer.

During my walk I came up with a plan to write a piece on addiction. Something I know a lot about but not enough to have all the answers. I've been a sex addict, a cocaine addict, an alcoholic and a shopaholic and a food addict. I do not say this lightly. It's all true. I have an obsessive streak that can and has gotten me into trouble. I have two people very close to me that are currently struggling with quite serious chemical problems and they are never far from my mind. So....it being mental health awareness month or some such thing, I will focus on addiction because contrary to popular opinion, it is not a character flaw but a serious illness. And if you are not mad before you get addicted to something, you sure as hell will be before too long.

I had planned to do my Tracy Anderson DVD but I ran out of time by the time I had cooked up a piece of salmon and made a huge salad with the lot. I am going to be predominantly vegan on this program with just a bit of oily fish now and then. The mix of fresh beetroot, avocado, sprouts, carrots, spinach, radicchio, walnuts and ground flax seeds was a taste sensation. Who needs chocolate? Shit. I wish I hadn't said because now evil Nikki is out of the box. She is whispering that dark chocolate is laden with anti-oxidants .....as is red wine. I am cooking a roast for the rest of the family tonight and she is poking me in the brain telling me that a nice bottle of Shiraz is downright necessary to accompany a roast and that I would be remiss not to buy just one bottle and share a glass or two with my darling husband at the end of the day. The resveratrol  is life-prolonging and anti-ageing, she argues. Get thee behind me Nikki-Satan. Crikey, she's always doing this, whenever I try to detox and clean up my act and my life. Bitch!

I am now reading David Sedaris' 'Dress your Family in Corduroy and Denim.' My make-over insists that I take time to read as well as write. I am not allowed television apart from one family movie a week. Instead we will be playing board games, reading, playing cards and doing that strange thing known as TALKING, although I suspect the teenager will balk at that.

I have switched milky black tea for organic green today and I must say at......almost three in the afternoon.....I am feeling quite energetic and lighter already. I haven't crawled into my p'j's or bed all day. I haven't even done anything but a tiny bit of slavery/housework. I will go over the road to the shops...no...I will jog over the road to the shops, race home, hang out that washing, vacuum the zebra patterned rug that is covered in....outside things and I will shower, shave my legs, rub magical oil into my skin (without getting too distracted) and then sing like Snow-White as I cook up a perfect roast for the family and a Miso, Tempeh, sprout, seaweed combo for myself. I had lawn-clipping soup for brekkie and fish and a garden for lunch so it's a mouthful of briny seawater and floating curd for dinner.

I plan to drink soda water with a twist of lime and sit for the evening at my desk where I will write three thousand words on my novel and then a deep dark article about addiction just to scare me off doing a late night walk to the bottle shop.

The first day is always the hardest. Dusk is always the demon time but I'm blogging these days and will look like a weak, slack liar with her pants on fire if I can't do twenty-four hours.

One day at a time the recovery groups say. I will, I can and I must do this day. My name is Nikki and I am a slothaholic. But I will be a ball of energy....if it kills me! I look at Madonna's life - fame, fortune, freaky muscles and fucked-up attitude and I want she's having.

Day 1.....half-way there and I feel GREAT! Really, really I do...........  

Latest Review

Here's a nice review by Jeff Jenkins, music journalist for 'Living in the Land of Oz', a great music site.

TOUGH LOVE
The book is called One Way Or Another, The Story Of A Girl Who Loved Rock Stars ($29.95, Black Inc). "Not another book about groupies shagging rock stars," we thought when we picked up a copy. But this book works because actor Nikki McWatters is a fine writer. She's got a story to tell, and she knows how to tell it. "Truth be told," she writes, "a rock star in real life would make a hopeless partner. Far better to be a rock and roll mistress than a rock and roll missus. Musicians were junk food, not a proper nutritious meal. Good and bad for you at the same time, like a plate of greasy chips and a bottle of red, red wine." Nikki is still a Gold Coast schoolgirl when she has her first sexual experience, with a member of Australian Crawl, who she doesn't name. She beds a Duran Duran member, and also falls for a star who sounds suspiciously like Steve Kilbey (who provides a plug on the front cover: "A great Australian rock 'n' roll read"), a relationship that has unintended consequences. Nikki gives Dragon a slap ("It was a running joke that Dragon was the ugliest band in Australia. Queen won the international title") and praises Pseudo Echo, calling bass player Pierre Pierre "a walking hairdo and an interesting musician and we chatted about current affairs. This was a breath of fresh air in an industry that often viewed girls backstage as meat on legs." More sad than salacious, One Way Or Another is a rollicking read. Richard Lowenstein calls it "a Puberty Blues for the '80s generation".

'Living in the Land of Oz' is a great site to find out what's happening in the Australian music scene. http://www.livinginthelandofoz.com/howzat.html

Thanks for reading my book Jeff. Regarding your assumption though...to assume is to make an ass of you and me...cliched but true. But....nice try!

Lift Off

Well, the book has been officially launched. Friday night at Avid Reader Bookstore in West End was the venue and Mr Benjamin Law was my launcher. He did a marvelous job and I must bake him something yummy by way of thanks. Actually I think I'll just buy something because I can't bake to save my life. It was so nice to meet his gorgeous mother as well.

There were people there that I hadn't seen for over thirty years and of course we hadn't changed all that much (in our own eyes). I met my editor for the first time face-to-face and she brought along her beautiful baby boy. My own darling son Ben was there as well. Old school mates, new friends, a sprinkling of family and some complete strangers as well.

The after party saw us reveling through the inner city, eating Chinese food, taking in some music and stumbling home very late/early. The last guest is yet to leave two days later!!!

Where to from here? Well just lots of coffee and Berocca today....cos I've lost my bounce.

I must get on with the job of being a writer. Finish the final draft of the sequel....I'll post photos of the event as soon as I get some from my sister. My camera has gone psycho and all my photos came out with a disco.neon blur but maybe that's how the night really was. I just don't know.

I can't believe I told the audience the other night that the best way to score a try with a rock-star is to target the ugliest guy in the band.....and that I'm still waiting patiently for Rod Stewart to  rock my boat!

I think I even said that I fancied one of the guys in One Direction.....Hey, while it's fun to knock the latest cutie-pie boy band....the fact is that there is one that is definitely interesting....he has a bit of facial hair so he can't be all that young, can he???? Oh I must stop....it's all that Berocca....going to my head.

Book Launch

Tomorrow is blast off day for my baby, One Way or Another. It's about Goddamn time too. This book publishing business is valium-slow. I wrote the book at the beginning of 2010. It took me six weeks to write it.  It took three months to get shortlisted in the dear departed Queensland Literary Awards (R.I.P) . It took seven months of thumb twiddling for one publishing house to lose it. One week from then to get a kick-ass agent, Ms Sophie Hamley from Camerons Management and then six weeks or so to get Black Inc to step up and offer me a contract. Then came four months of editing with the most brilliant editor, Denise O;Dea and then another five months to do all the fiddly bits, like endorsements, cover design, printing, distributing, marketing etc.....and now....dadadadada...drum rollllllll.....we arrive at the book launch. But of course it's not like I'm launching it as an author-virgin because the book has actually already been in bookstores and libraries for weeks.

The incredibly charming, clever and hilarious Benjamin Law is my launcher. He plans on embarrassing me wickedly before my guests tomorrow night. I have friends flying in from Sydney and Melbourne. Eldest son, Ben is attending. Yippee. I have friends from school coming who I haven't seen in thirty years. My, how we all will have changed. Ex-boyfriends, the girl I first smoked pot with, other groupies, new writer friends, my little sister....and whoever else might show up.

I am so proud of myself for having persisted with the dream of publishing a book. It has taken more than thirty years to get here so there will be champagne showers, that's for sure.

Writing is a lonely profession for much of the time and I've spent the last four years or so as an agoraphobic  hermit. This is actually the first night out away from the kids in two years!!! I feel so blessed to be getting ready for this launch. Five years ago I was literally homeless, living in a two-room tent in a caravan park, no car, no possessions. Just me and my family who had gone belly-up financially. We had fallen off the cliff. Two adult uni students and six kids between us ....it just snapped and we had nothing but each other.

Now, five years later, I have a stupid Bachelor of Law and Justice degree lying around somewhere, my husband is a Primary School teacher with full-time work, the kids are all healthy and happy and I am about to be a celebrated author....celebrated by me and my family at the very least.

Life can and does turn around. One Way or Another.

More about the launch from hangover central on Saturday morning....with photos.

Death of the Queensland Premier's Literary Awards

I am shocked and appalled by Campbell Newman's decision to scrap the Queensland Premier's Literary Awards. It is the move of a small-minded man who cannot see the forest for the trees.

I was short-listed in the 'emerging author' category in 2010 and I am certain that my recently published book and the career that I have embarked upon would not have been possible (or at least made much harder) without the attention that shortlisting gave me. Noel Mengel won in my category and went on to publish a wonderful book 'RPM' which painted a beautiful story set in rural Queensland. My book recounts an age when Joe Bjelke Petersen was running Queensland like some mad Draconian despot and I fear we are heading into the same territory.

For years, Brisbane and Queensland in general, have had to fight the label given to them by the rest of the country 'backward'. We were the Tasmania of the mainland. And in the last few years I have seen Brisbane bloom into a contemporary and exciting city of the world, a place I am proud to call home, where once the thought of living in the nation's biggest country-town capital would have been unthinkable. Brisbane has glossed up nicely and important cultural advances, such as the Queensland Premier's Literary Awards were a fundamental part of that evolution. That piddly $244, 000 that you are saving, Newman, was a small investment in some cultural cred.

Campbell Newman has brought shame and embarrassment to Queenslanders and he's only had this new job for short time. Things do not look good for the future of the arts in my home state. I am so upset by this murder of an important cultural event that I am thinking about de-camping......maybe Sydney with her exorbitant rents and beautiful harbour or Melbourne with her sassy artistic flair.....Brisbane I fear is going to the dogs!!!!

Not happy, Newman (said in Jerry Seinfeld's voice).

REVIEWS

As a debut author, I am riddled with self-doubt. My greatest fear has been that once my book is released everyone will point and yell...'that's the most ridiculous excuse for a book I have ever read....'. I have been biting my fingernails waiting for feedback. So it is with some relief that I share these early reviews....I say a big thanks to these people for taking the time to write some words about my story. I only wish Vince was around to watch my book's journey into the public arena.

Review by Music Journalist, Vincent Lovegrove 30/12/11

"Make no mistake, this book leaves most other precious 'public-relations' rock books well in the shade. It's a down-home sexually-charged, emotionally frayed roller coaster ride from one of the girls who helped make rock'n'roll what it is today.

Some called them groupies or band molls, I called them pro-active fans, and without them there would be no rock'n'roll industry. You'll know some of the rock stars, & if your heart has pumped at all in the past 40 years, you'll know some of the dens of iniquity, some of the drugs, and the thrill of the chase.

Not just one of the best Australian rock books, but one of the best rock books. The tables have turned, and I reckon this book will start an avalanche of rock books from the other side of the stage. I kid you not - sex, drugs, rock'n'roll and a woman's point of view. Very, very different. Hold tight, and may the sleaze, the tears, and the emotions be with you.                                                         Vincent Lovegrove  

Review for Bookseller and Publisher Magazine, March 2012

In her Gold Coast home in 1981, with the aid of a stuffed 
rabbit named Andy Gibb and numerous  Countdown
viewings, 15-year-old Nikki McWatters connects her 
ever-consuming lust with rock stars. ‘Rock and roll was 
the only sensible sex education I had,’ she says. With her 
three aspiring groupie friends dubbed the Vulture Club 
she sets out to bed rock gods, sneaking out of her bedroom 
window at night while her parents sleep, and working her 
way backstage. This memoir is a who’s who of Australian 
’80s bands with some big international names thrown in, 
full of backstage antics and teased hair, unflinching yet 
discreet enough to protect the identities of her conquests. 
Just. We follow McWatters to Sydney, and deeper into a 
world of sex, drugs and rock‘n’roll, right up to the birth 
of her first child on her 21st birthday. McWatters renders 
her story with skill, sensitivity, wit and honesty, and writes 
from a place of hindsight and maturity, adeptly lifting 
her telling above the mere salacious and sensational. Her 
story of groupiedom is not without its consequences and 
is a fascinating look into some of rock’s seedier aspects. 
This will appeal to those who love rock‘n’roll tales, fans 
of the ’80s, and anyone with an interest in Australia’s 
music history.
Deborah Crabtree is a Melbourne-based writer 
and bookseller

Review by Readings Booksellers, Melbourne

http://www.readings.com.au/review/one-way-or-another-by-nikki-mcwatters

Review by Fairfieldbooks on Station

"It is as fascinating, shocking, thrilling and exciting as you can hope for an autobiography to be."
http://fairfieldbooksonstation.wordpress.com/2012/03/30/one-way-or-another-im-gonna-find-ya-im-gonna-getcha-getcha-getcha/


Review by Living in the Land of Oz

TOUGH LOVE
The book is called One Way Or Another, The Story Of A Girl Who Loved Rock Stars ($29.95, Black Inc). "Not another book about groupies shagging rock stars," we thought when we picked up a copy. But this book works because actor Nikki McWatters is a fine writer. She's got a story to tell, and she knows how to tell it. "Truth be told," she writes, "a rock star in real life would make a hopeless partner. Far better to be a rock and roll mistress than a rock and roll missus. Musicians were junk food, not a proper nutritious meal. Good and bad for you at the same time, like a plate of greasy chips and a bottle of red, red wine." Nikki is still a Gold Coast schoolgirl when she has her first sexual experience, with a member of Australian Crawl, who she doesn't name. She beds a Duran Duran member, and also falls for a star who sounds suspiciously like Steve Kilbey (who provides a plug on the front cover: "A great Australian rock 'n' roll read"), a relationship that has unintended consequences. Nikki gives Dragon a slap ("It was a running joke that Dragon was the ugliest band in Australia. Queen won the international title") and praises Pseudo Echo, calling bass player Pierre Pierre "a walking hairdo and an interesting musician and we chatted about current affairs. This was a breath of fresh air in an industry that often viewed girls backstage as meat on legs." More sad than salacious, One Way Or Another is a rollicking read. Richard Lowenstein calls it "a Puberty Blues for the '80s generation".
http://www.livinginthelandofoz.com/howzat.html

Booktopia Q & A

Not so chatty today so here's a link to a Question and Answer Press Release about my memoir 'One Way or Another'  that Booktopia shared online...........

Vince Lovegrove

I am so very sad today to learn of the death of my good friend Vince Lovegrove. He was such a wonderful human being and had recently been so supportive of my book. He was planning to help me promote my book and wrote a beautiful review for me. Vince was killed in a car crash yesterday near Byron Bay.

I'd known Vince for over twenty years and was inspired by his passion for rock and roll.

I will miss you terribly Vince. My thoughts and love go out to his family and friends........

xxxx

Book Release

Well....my book is in libraries and book stores....and I know at least one person has bought it because it was me. I couldn't help myself. I had to fork over thirty bucks but it was worth it just to say..."that's me....that's my book"  to the guy behind the counter at Dymocks in Carindale. My teenage son was with me and was a bit mortified but he should just get over it. I am his mother and I am meant to embarrass him.

Of course I went straight to another book store and found it there as well...but it was way up the back of the store so I took a copy and put it at the front on the shelf with 'The Hunger Games' where it might get noticed.

Publicity is just beginning and I never did get around to losing that last ten kilos...or manage to get Botox or any other number of self-improving things I had planned to do....

Looking forward to my book launch on April 20.

I think I might get a megaphone and do some spruiking outside bookstores. The weird thing is...I have looked forward to this day for thirty years, having always dreamed of having a book published and I thought I would feel....well.....different and somehow fantastic and the truth is....I just feel the same. It's a little bit anti-climactic.  

I'm still lounging around at home, tapping words on a computer, doing the housework, cooking the dinner...I guess I'll open some champagne and go....wooohooo...my book is on the shelves..but until I sell millions and millions of them...life is going to stay pretty much the same, except for the odd interview where a journalist asks you how many rockstars you've slept with......yes that did happen to me today. I wanted to say five and half thousand...but I didn't....and I haven't.  The truth is somewhat more conservative.

So book out. Yeehah..kids home from school driving me nuts....just another day really.