"...The Subway she is a Porno; the Pavements they are a Mess..."

Interpol; Album 1 (Turn on the Bright Lights), Track 3 (NYC)

Any excuse to get in a dodgy Interpol lyric is an excuse that I like to take full advantage of. This opinion of New York City belongs to a Mr. Paul Banks of the aforementioned band. To a certain extent he speaks the truth with these words. The subway is very much like a porno; if you like the kind of porn where homeless men mumble incoherently, people with briefcases frown and sigh regularly, and there are trains. For some reason, I get the feeling that this would still be right up Jon Picken's street.

I went up the Empire State Building yesterday. It was one of those curious attractions where you have to pay too much money, then wait in line for literally about 83 minutes. After which you get to go up a lid (interpret that using your Fiddy Cent dictionary) and then look out from the top of the building for about 11 minutes which is just enough time to persuade a foreign couple to take a photo of you (as displayed below). Following this momentary pleasure, the next step is to wait in line for about another 24 minutes before returning to ground level. All very fun I'm sure.


Also, I wouldn't recommend my papa to go to the summit there. He's so hairy, the authorities may think that King Kong has returned. On the plus side, reasonably attractive and Oscar nominated actress, Naomi Watts, would be in love with him, so there is a silver lining to every deadly deadly cloud.

Money money money money.........Money. A little rendition of the O.J.s there for you to aptly announce that I went to the New York Stock Exchange on Wall Street (the road, not the film) as well. It reminded of those classic GCSE days learning about the roaring twenties, prohibition, buying on the margin, and subsequently how the U.S. economy and thusly much of the nation was left decrepit by the greed of two many big city fat cats. Yea...what a shame. It also reminded me of the delightful Mrs Liddle (No fun aloud!) and her ever smiling countenance. But enough of that, look at this:


Yes mum, that is a cigar in my mouth, and a fat/phat cigar at that. Your baby boy is all grown up and everything. Above is a picture of a man who is blatantly very inexperienced and uncomfortable at smoking cigars. It also left me stinking for the rest of the day, and I don't just mean with the stench of my regular foul odour. This was even more intense and suffocating. Oh well, at least it made me look hella cool. Am I right ladies? Yes, yes I am.

I caught a Broadway show yester evening. I treated myself to a viewing of Elton John's new big thing. I refer of course to his show 'Lestat' about vampires and the like. If I was asked which my favourite part was, I would say that I liked all of it.

And in other news I return to my native England on the morrow.

Kind regards.

Adam Marshall