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Jolly Holiday

New York – Day One

Last night as the airport shuttle bus pootled endlessly through Manhattan, the couple o' Brits sitting behind us has had already formed their verdict of the city. "Can't say my first impressions are good," sniffed Missus, "Nothing special is it?"

"No," said Mister, "And they make it look good on the telly too."

"Why is this bus taking so long!" Missus shrieked suddenly, "I want to go home! I want to go home!"

Well I want you to go home too! I longed to say, But how about I chuck you under a taxi instead?

Yes, the shuttle took ages but that was all part of the charm. I was having a great old time just peering out the window at all the people and pizzas and cops and stupidly famous buildings and crazy car parks where they rack up the vehicles on top of each other like wine. I saw some great signs too, with excellent fonts. Oh yes… few things thrill me more than quality typography.

So Gareth and I had juuuust checked into the hotel and were idly debating Who Was The Most Stinky after eight hours in the air when the phone rang.

"There's somebody here to see you," said the receptionist, "His name is W something?"

It was Witold! Only the one of the most wonderful humans in the universe. After so many years of blogstalking and friendship I'd always planned to be… you know, WASHED… should we ever meet, but now he'd spontaneously dropped by after work to whisk us away into his lovely rainy city. So what could you do but follow, in your grotty unkempt way.

He was like our Mary Poppins, amazingly kind and generous and mega thoughtful.

Except he was a bloke.

And wasn't prone to bursting into song.

And he dished out MetroCards instead of spoonfuls of sugar.

And there was a subway instead of a chalk drawing.

And it was New York, not London.

BUT HE DID HAVE AN UMBRELLA.

So we trailed after him adoringly and hey presto, five minutes later we were in the middle of Times Square, gawking at neon and getting sprayed by taxi puddles.

Then he took us to a Japanese restaurant, the first place he went to when he landed here over a decade ago, so all the restaurant guys lit up when he walked in. The sushi was deeeelicious. The three of us polished off a bottle of sake. It tasted clean and clear like essence of noble Japanese mountain or something.

So it was a great start to our trip and when I drifted off to sleep with a pounding head, I scrawled blog entries in the scratchpad of the brain, trying to describe that giddy feeling when you've imagined something in your head for years and the reality is a thousand times more brilliant; better than the telly, better than the internets.

NB: Am blogging this a day later while drunk again and it's 5.36AM back in Scotchland. Scuse t=ypos!

Mary Poppins
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14 thoughts on “Jolly Holiday

  1. Oh lucky you to be discovering NYC for the first time. I just wandered around the whole time feeling as if I’d stumbled into a film set. Fantastic people watching opportunities as well. Have a great time. (ps got my copy of the book!)

  2. “Oh yes… few things thrill me more than quality typography”

    In that case you will probably be thrilled to know there is a whole museum dedicated to it.

    http://www.typemuseum.org/

    I used to pass the sign for it on my way to work but am ashamed to say I never went it. Actually it’s a real shame as I could easily have visited in a lunch hour and now they’re under development and only open for open days once a month 🙁

  3. “Oh yes… few things thrill me more than quality typography”

    In that case you will probably be thrilled to know there is a whole museum dedicated to it.

    http://www.typemuseum.org/

    I used to pass the sign for it on my way to work but am ashamed to say I never went it. Actually it’s a real shame as I could easily have visited in a lunch hour and now they’re under development and only open for open days once a month 🙁

  4. LOL…well welcome to our lovely City. The first 3 years I lived here I’d get one of those crystallizing moments every now and then and say “Holy Shite” I live in New York City! Still gets me after 6 years too…just writing this I get all giddy! and apparently explanation pointy!!!

  5. What a fabulous start to a holiday
    sounds like you had no need to worry about what to do, cause you’re so famous everywhere everyone wants to meet you!
    lol and that at least he had an umbrella!
    though considering you’re now and alleged scot.. would have thought the two of you would have known better and
    had a trusty one on hand! :OP

    cant wait to see all your photos and hear about the rest of your trip
    enjoy!

  6. “that giddy feeling when you’ve imagined something in your head for years and the reality is a thousand times more brilliant; better than the telly, better than the internets.”

    That was my NYC feeling too.

  7. whoo hoo – enjoy the ride. Blog when you feel like it – you are on holdays!!! (but then again I do want to hear who you saw, what you saw, what you ate, what you bought) but no pressure.

  8. I just wanted to say: HOLY CRAP! CONGRATULATIONS on the book!
    This is such excellent news, you are totally my hero! well done.
    I know its been forever since I’ve commented but I do swing by sometimes still to see how you’re doing, and here you go becoming all famous ‘n stuff.
    Cant wait to purchase it.
    Enjoy NY – but I know you will – I mean how can you not?!

  9. Haven’t commented for ages either, but ditto to above! Wondrous book producing person!
    The last time I recall a drunken post from you was when you kept driving past your place in Canberra in order to get to the end of an excellent song… or something like that.
    Woo! Have fun in NYC!

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