What YOU lookin' at?

I have a girlfriend.

Gosh.

On another continent.

Gosh.


Anyway, I'll write up my trip to New York properly once my darling and wonderful gf* sends me the pictures she/we/I/strangers passing took.

However the brief highlights for me were:

-- Having to take a detour to reach our downtown Brooklyn** hotel due to the cops cordoning off a couple of blocks while they apprehended a couple of teenage gunmen who'd shot and killed another teenager. Welcome to America!

-- The creepy subway nutjob who sat there furiously filling a notepad with scribbles (and I mean just scribbling, not drawing - like you do when you check to see if a biro is working) in different colour inks. Page after page after page. I'd like to imagine his counselling went something like;

Doctor: "So, Jebediah***, what seems to be the problem today?"
Scary Subway Dude: "It's the people. They look at me. I just want to stab them, stab them good. And eat their livers."
Doctor: "I see. Just when they look at you?"
SSD: "And when they talk about me. They're all talking bout me. All the time. I want to introduce them to my friend, Stabbity McStabstab."
Doctor: "Hmmm. Well I might just have a solution for you."
SSD: "You do?"
Doctor: "Yes. Take this notepad."
SSD: "A notepad."
Doctor: "Yes, and this pen. Look - it has four colours depending on which button you press!"
SSD: "A pen."
Doctor: "Uh-huh. Now, when you feel that rage I want you to scribble that anger out. Scribble like you were scribbling for your life. It would add to the effect if you glared about you furtively, possibly even muttering to yourself under your breath."
SSD: "And this will help? What if I get really angry?"
Doctor: "Well then Jebediah, I want you to use the red ink."
SSD: "I shall give it a try."
Doctor: "Just one thing Jebediah."
SSD: "Yes?"
Doctor: "Please put the knife away."

-- Finding the Ghostbusters building near Central Park.

-- Seeing how many times I could squeeze the sentence "It's true - I saw it in a movie once." into normal conversation before I was told off. I lasted over three days.... :)



*Yes she reads this. It was how we met.
**Yeah, well how was I to know?
***He just looked the type.