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One of the side effects of being under house arrest for five months in 2011 was that I was forced to spend December locked up in my apartment rather than strolling up Fifth Avenue, rugged up in a New York winter.

There’s an airline joke about a guy going into a bar and the reason for telling it will become obvious.

I was tempted to say ‘Don’t fly V Australia to Los Angeles this year’. That is…unless you can afford to fly Business Class. Save a bit more and really treat yourself next year. But that wouldn’t be very fair considering that on the flight I took Economy was almost full and the website reviews show some very happy campers.

Aaaah… Los Angeles. LA. The ‘City of the Angels.’ Home of Hollywood and the ‘boulevard of broken hearts.’ The place they call ‘a freeway in search of a city.’ LaLaLand. The home of the so-called Beautiful People.

From a porthole in my shower in my cabin aboard the Superstar Leo all I could see was sea and blue sky as the Pacific Ocean stretched to the horizon.

One of the side effects of being under house arrest for five months in 2011 was that I was forced to spend December locked up in my apartment rather than strolling up Fifth Avenue, rugged up in a New York winter.