10 July 2011
'Over And Out'
Montreal. Day off.
I was extremely late to bed, what with Julia Roberts having kept me up half the night. That, plus the standard adrenalin-drop of a day off, left me pretty much in vegetable state for the day. Having surfaced late, I wandered out to find myself a spot of brekky, returning at the precise moment that The Edge picked to leave the hotel. This resulted in my practically having to body-surf my way up the front steps to the entrance (our occupancy of this hotel being, it seems, amongst the worst-kept secrets in Quebec’s lengthy history).
It was a hot Sunday afternoon so for once I didn’t beat myself up over achieving next to nothing. Over and out.