NY lessons...

Sugar Sweet Sunshine

Things I learnt in New York: Part 1...

• I adore cupcakes. Particularly ones with ridiculously thick cream cheese frosting.
• Walking 60 blocks may be nice at the time but will lead to temporary foot disability at a later date once coupled with walking EVERYWHERE for a week.
• The New York subway is not that frightening but you will go wrong on it. Accept it and embrace it.
  
• I am an excellent navigator and restaurant finder. Me FTW.
• 440 square feet is not a lot for an apartment.
• I am a friend of the burger. I already knew this. But I think I've developed an even stronger affinity with said meaty product.
• I am old. I cannot handle a day of sightseeing followed by a night of clubbing. FAIL.
• The British Pound is screwed.
• I love Budweiser.

Much much more to come when I can type coherent sentences. Sigh...

Blue moon...

Today I feel blue...


There are a few reasons for this, such as post holiday blues, a lack of money and the fact I haven't managed to drag myself to the gym yet to try and combat holiday cupcakes and burgers. But the main reason? I've let down one of the people I care the most about in the whole world. And I've let myself down.

I try so hard to be the person I want to be and, most of the time, I am. In fact, I don't even need to try anymore. But there's this 2% of the time when I just really don't like myself and the things I do. The times are few and far between these days but sometimes I express myself in ways that I shouldn't. I just get so frustrated and sometimes I don't know how to deal with it. But, mark my words, it will never happen again. I can promise that. I will never let you down again.


I don't know what else to say but I'm sorry.


Ridiculously, deeply sorry from the bottom of my stupid heart.



Don't mind me. Normal service to be resumed shortly with the blog post to end all blog posts. My big fat NYC review.

I heart NY

Back, I am...

Photos and a proper entry to follow when I'm not so jetlagged and once the post holiday blues have receded to a level that enables me to function properly.

Needless to say, it was incredible....

Take a bite...

Start spreading the news....

I'm leaving today tomorrow....

I want to be a part of it....


New York! New York!!!



My plans to lose 3 stone in weight before fleeing this country for America have not come to fruition. Namely because I only decided I wanted to lose three stone about a week ago. And the fact that we've been for approximately 4000 meals out this weekend. Ah well.

Packing is done. Visa waiver is completed. Flight times are checked. Insurance documents are printed. Mild panic has set in.


I think I'm all set....

Operate my crumpet

Operate this, bitch

I have but three nuggets of wisdom to impart today....


First things first, there are NO WORDS to describe how incredible Tina Turner was. The woman is 69. She performed for 2 and a half hours. She danced like a demon. She sang like I've never heard anyone sing before. And I've never seen someone work a stage quite like she did. She was utterly captivating and I couldn't stop smiling. Highlights included Proud Mary and Goldeneye but to be honest there wasn't a duff moment in the entire show (apart from 'Help' but that's only because of my Beatles hatred).

Secondly, I came across the best job title in the world today.... Crumpet Operative. How does one go about becoming one? Want.

Thirdly, I'm going to New York on Monday. Forgive me while I weep a little bit with excitement. And, by weep a little bit, I mean in all senses of the word. Nice.


And now I shall leave you with some of super close up shots of Tina. And when I say 'close up' I clearly mean '5 million miles away'. So far away in fact that she looks like a Minipop of herself. We actually had an amazing view though. Curse my rubbish camera phone. Curse it to hell.