New York/Paris - Shoot the director.
New York/Paris - Shoot the director. Review MTV tape on plane. Appalling direction, but for a live scramble, pretty good.
Friday? I guess it is. Depends which time zone you're looking at. Back on the plane, another overnight flight, but this one is a time for partying. We managed to grab a tape of the MTV awards performance as we fled from Radio City, and have been watching it on the plane. Unbelievably, it seems to be OK - actually pretty damn good. I mean if it was a video clip of your own that you were making, you'd bin it and shoot the director, but for live live TV, in a multiple band awards show, its verging on the miraculous. So, to Paris. Again, via Canada and Rekjavic, but hey, I haven't been to Iceland in over 24 hours, so I was long overdue a visit.
Into the Paris hotel, not sure what time it is or who I am. It might even be tomorrow, and I might even be you, but as long there's a hot bath and clean sheets I'll fake it till show time.