I’m home now after flying back from New York on Friday/Saturday.

When I arrived at the gate to board the flight, there were all these people with guitar cases who looked like they were in a band. It turned out they were Brian Jonestown Massacre*. Oh great, I just want to try and sleep on the plane, I thought, and they’re going to be drunk, smashing up the plane, punching each other and trying to get the stewardesses in the bathroom. We’re probably going to end up making an emergency landing in Greenland when the riot starts.

It turned out they were perfectly behaved, they seemed to be sleeping, drinking orange juice and watching the films. The young Chris Martin lookalike one didn’t even get anywhere with the hot blonde girl in 38I. I thought if you were in a band you get any girl you want? The rockstar lifestyle doesn’t seem to be all it’s cracked up to be. It’s not just corporate computer nerds who fly economy.

* I wasn’t actually cool enough to recognise who they were. One of them looked quite familiar, but I couldn’t remember where I’d seen him. He sat next to me in the departure lounge so I had a sneaky glance at his ticket which said, “Anton Newcombe” (I could be James Bond). So a quick Google search later I knew who they were and realised I actually have one of their songs. They’re currently on the European part of their tour after playing in New York. So go see them, they’re nice, your mum would like them.