Author Archives: robinince

345am alarm. Relieved again that by being woken by an alarm that must necessarily mean I have been asleep. Brian has a lovely long lie in until 430am. Should his beauty sleep be too truncated, that can have ramifications for … Continue reading →

It doesn’t take long when a sea is between you and your family and you change hotel four to five times a week to feel that this has been your only life. Tour sleep peculiarities, airport check-ins, unpack, repack, “where’s … Continue reading →

Monday – Auckland Breakfast. Gym. Quick foray to Auckland Art Gallery. Look at Frederick Goodall’s The Finding of Moses. “Many Victorian secretly relished displays of , so long as they were legitimised within biblical and historical subjects.” “Eileen Agar refused … Continue reading →

Today is the first day a stranger has ever said to me, “have a good workout”. Things must be changing. Hotel gyms were once mythic places, but the new regime of cosmology and weightlifting is in place now. Unfortunately, I … Continue reading →

Resorting to my penultimate Temazepam, I find a solid four hours sleep. It succeeds a broken two hours of Melatonin sleep that conjured up a foul dream of being parted from my son. Thank you, Mr Sandman. After our exercise … Continue reading →

Boiled egg and vegemite, airport lounge, muscle rediscovering workout, meal by a river, and failure to sleep, the tour has hit a rhythm now. We reach Brisbane city centre at 2.15. Brian goes to lift weights in a botanical garden … Continue reading →

Some people have been asking about the playlist while the audience are taking their seats on the current Australian/New Zealand tour, so here you are. It was hastily gathered together from the songs I had on my laptop. I would … Continue reading →

I wake up at 5.10am, relieved that I have managed to fall asleep. The night before, Brian eats a large piece of ravioli with a runny egg yolk inside, he is intrigued. It is pasta with a hint of Eraserhead. … Continue reading →

Some days on tour, nothing much happens. It is as a series of incidents of comfortably waiting. You comfortably wait for Brian Cox to finish his promo interviews. You comfortably wait for a car to the airport. You comfortably wait … Continue reading →

Day two – Sydney I am sure if Professor Cox hadn’t suggested Melatonin was a placebo then none of this would have happened. Okay, I’m not sure. If there is one thing you learn from working with a physicist it’s … Continue reading →