6.8.11 - London

Did anyone else know that you can take a dump on a plane? That should be a mandatory announcement right after we learn how to tighten a seatbelt.

I hope all London police officers have facial hair like this. Even the lady cops.

Ok, London. Keep playing your cards right.

Touché.

Lovely! The Kensington Gardens were just outside my window.

Thank God I was provided with a CD of the John Wilson Orchestra. I can't imagine a hotel without it.

 So I've never been to London before, anywhere in Europe actually. Only a few hours after checking into the hotel, I headed to rehearsals with the band to review the set list one last time before we all set off. A lot of people ask me if I'm sick of Ozzy's music, and it's actually quite the opposite. Getting to hear some of the most talented musicians in metal on a daily basis makes me appreciate the music more and more. Plus, the songs that usually have an "older" feel (for instance, those found on Ozzy/Sabbath's first records) sound pristine with a modern influence.

Rehearsals for a new set. Should have worn ear buds.

This is Grape. He's always trying to untie my shoes or give me a wet willy when I'm off my guard. Great dude.

As soon as Ozzy saw me he goes, "Aww fuck, not this fucking cunt again! What did you do to your head?" This phrase translated would be something like, "Your camera annoys me a lot, but you're ok. Good to see you. What did you do to your head?"

Things I've experienced much later in life than my peers:
-Jeans
-Jetlag

My buddy Kevin woke me from impending jetlag doom with a phone call to go grab a beer with him. Done. I tried this alcohol called Pimms, which I guess is pretty popular in England, a friend told me to check it out. This stuff is like juice man, holy hell! Not that I got slammed or anything, but it would've been easy.

That's not how you spell "apple juice" at all. Comon, London!

Pimms. Super delicious, summertime treat. Oh, and Kevin (potentially delicious summertime treat).

What kind of blog would I write without food porn? Thought so.

Everyone in London smells good.

I'm actually writing this on the plane to Helsinki right now. Excuse my Finnish, but leaping leopards! I'm on a plane, a private jet mind you, with Ozzy Osbourne, who asked me what I did on break, there's a full menu of food to order, and I'm getting paid to be here! This is stupid. Excuse me while I punch myself in the face until I wake up.