Living in King's Cross?

I don’t even know where to start today – there is so much that I want to say. After a week back in the UK, sleeping on people’s floors, I finally think there may be hope on the horizon. Kate, Manuella and I went to see a flat in King’s Cross yesterday that blew me away. It’s not the most beautiful of buildings, and it doesn’t have a sitting room, but the bedrooms are clean and large and have lots of plug sockets (these things matter to me). But the most impressive feature about the place is its location. We can see King’s Cross station from what would be my bedroom, and Popstarz is just over the road. I just hope everyone agrees to it – and soon…

I’ve been thinking about LA again over the last couple of days. I haven’t heard much from Kerry or Sean since I left, and in a strange way I miss them. I was listening to Beck on the radio today and it brought it all back. His album is full of references to Hollywood and hot-tubs and the like which only really make sense if you are in LA – and of course it has special relevance if when you are being driven through the city your host points offhand and murmurs – “Oh – and that’s where Beck lives…”