Sunday 11th July 2010

Why is there this magnificent swell betrothed to New York? Why are there songs brimming with admiration and lusty desires about the place, written by nostalgic people wracked with a yearning anticipation to be back there? More so, why am I sat here writing about New York when it is certainly a place that has been hounded by blemished ink, photographs, models, structures, honeyed lyrics, hurried chatter and structures that render echoes of the great city itself for decades already?

“New York is a galaxy of adventure at once elegant, exciting and bizarre. It's a city that moves so fast, it takes energy just to stand still.” - Barbara Walters

All I can say to that is, amen brother, er, I mean sister.

They say pictures paint a thousand words so here’s a plethora of lexis for you to divulge your nosey needs on:



One of my first sights after I'd hoisted myself from the subway which I must say, we spent half of our weekend on getting lost.



One of my first sights after getting off the Subway and walking to my hostel in Brooklyn. Lovely neighbourhood. Actually, in honesty, it really was nice!



When I said it was a nice neighbourhood, I obviously meant that our hostel was next to a funeral home.



They have such better flavours than us. Cinnabon flavoured? IN MY MOUTH- YES PLEASE!



Anthony and I on a very busy Stone St. at an Irish Pub.



Louis XIV and I fooling about in the Met Museum.



Really impressive art.



Actual real impressive art: Mark by Chuck Close.



So I was in Urban Outfitters, heard somebody call my name and Nuval, my friend from Manchester Uni popped up. So much for one of the busiest cities in the world, eh?



Anthony got fined.



Dollar dollar pizza.



Me and Spidey. For those of you who didn't know, Spiderman is hispanic, a bit chubby and after dollar dollar (probably for his dollar dollar pizza).



Obama condom man. He was kadrunkadrunk and being sniffed at by touristing families outside of the M&M shop near Times Square.



Disappointment on my face after they switched the World Cup off at Times Square due to restaurants not getting enough business. What. The Hell.

But overall, it was a smashing trip and only 12 days until the next...