Hair and flowers and other good stuff
So, I am totes going to San Francisco, that place that I've told people I wanted to go to, plotted getting to through the medium of Apple and done everything short of actually booking a flight to.
It turns out, all you need is a bit of cash burning a hole in your pocket, some red wine and Facebook chat. Zuckerberg has a lot to answer for.
I shall be mainly mooching round pretending I live there. In my bag I will have a Macbook Air, my proper camera, and a working knowledge of Silicon Valley. There's a chance I may never return to British soil.
Also, Bowerbirds
