19th July, 4.00 pm written from the Luxor Hotel. What a blast this place is and how doubly amazing it is combined with jet lag and lack of sleep.
I didn't sleep at all on the flight to L.A. Watched three movies and got off the plane in a state of gritty eyed torpor somehow mixed with high anxiety.
Got our car and with me screeching "Go back!" in a hight pitched voice Tom managed to somehow masterfully drive us through the mean streets of L.A through to the arid desserts of California and Nevada to arrive at this man made symphony to greed and avarice and all that glitters.
The Luxor is so hugely vulgar it is hard to describe it, and now having been through the lobbies of many more Vegas Hotels, it is in the minor league of vulgarity.
As I only have 15 minutes before I have to rush back out into the boiling sun to go back to the Strip to have diner and see Cirque Du Soleil's Beatles LOVE, I will quickly post some photos.