Just when did I get to the point when staying at a hotel wasn't fun?
With 'Verdict' I was away for six months, touring, with a week in each town. I did not really enjoy that aspect of it.
Oddly, I'm not a huge fan of Brisbane in Australia. I can't quite put my finger on why - it just seemed to lack verve, and I don't have any great desire to go back.
Ill book a ticket on some garbage airline. I dont wanna name an actual airline so lets make one up, lets just call it like Delta Airlines
In the '80's my gut feeling was that airlines were crap. I hated spending time on planes. I thought we could create the kind of airline I'd like. So we got a secondhand 747 and gave it a go.
Whenever I go anywhere but Italy for a vacation, I always feel vaguely disappointed, as if I have made a mistake.
He didn’t really like travel, of course. He liked the idea of travel, and the memory of travel, but not travel itself.
I've been on loads of promotional trips in so many other countries, and most of the time, you just want to go home.
I get bored of vacation.
I don't want to spend the next two years in Holiday Inns.
Some of the hotels I've been put up in for work in Scotland have been shockingly bad. They're the type of hotel where the bedroom is like a cell and the Internet doesn't work. I feel quite aggrieved at that because you should at least be treated reasonably well and have basic comfort.
