Decided that we needed a break from the grind for a little while, so we took off for Copenhagen for a few days. That's one fine city - the sort of place a man could live and write for days on end without feeling like there's something else he should be doing. We checked in to the Admiral which is a great place for anybody to hang out. Easy walking distance into the city that's for sure - but I will say one important thing for anybody thinking of drifting over there anytime before April: take a coat. A really thick coat, gloves, scarf and hat because it's damn freezing. Beautiful but freezing. I realised this when the taxi we took from the airport passed by the canal (pictured here) on which bricks of ice were showing no signs of going anywhere.

If there's ever a reason to wish you were totally self-sufficient and successful, it's this: to wander the world at your leisure whilst still being able to put in a days work and continue in this manner until your days are over. Having twisted myself past the 40 mark, I'm not so interested in raising hell in a rock n roll band anymore (if I say this to myself often enough, I may start to believe it one day), but to write while rolling from city to city, that sounds like a fine way to live your life.

Let the game begin.