day 2 7pm

midnight back home. seinfeld is on, it's still relevant over here. i even saw an advert for it on a bus stop. you know it finished 12 years ago? sad. so i woke up around 9 in my underwear lying next to my brother. in fact i woke up at one point during the night and my knee was touching his leg, it was so creepy. speaking of which, i got a nice MJ tribute tee today, a black medium number with a collage of moments from his whirlwind career and the dates of his birth and death on it. it looks like the print will come off if i ever try to wash it, but i would never wash it anyway, it has a part of his soul in it.




















i don't know what those two fingers touching are from, isn't that ET? it guess i could say its because he TOUCHED me, LOL!

it was raining like shit all day today, it still is i think. so fuck muggy, i think it's meant to stay now, i hope i don't slip on wet pavement and crack my head open. first we went to the rockefeller plaza. first stop - NINTENDO WORLD. i looked for a piece of clothing which wouldn't make me look like a guy who goes shopping with his mum in bexleyheath, couldn't find one. they had toy pikmins and link from wind waker though, which was funny. i played frisbee on the new wii sports resort, and sucked at it bad, in front of all the children. they're making such a huge deal about the game, which if you think about it is a full priced version of a game which only sold well because it came free with the wii. nintendo sucks nowadays. i only went so i could look down at all the nerds. but, i did meet rob the robot, and president obama, finding that i only had enough memory on the camera for a picture of one of them.















suck it barack.

then went to the GE building aka 30 rock, didn't see tina fey or alec baldwin, went into the NBC shop, considered buying a seinfeld t shirt, decided against it, tried to book an NBC experience tour but it was all booked for hours so now it's set for friday, great, i get to see some corridors again, went to the met museum shop which is miles away from the actual shop, which is dumb anyway, and like all art gallery shops it was so fucking dull. they always have an air like an ornament shop, so silent and humourless, like all these overpriced books will shatter if someone who isn't into art touches it. suck it, art gallery shops. you're bell ends.

prime burger was an old school new york diner, sort of like the one in seinfeld, sort of like poppins restaurants, if anyone remembers what they were like. like it hadn't been touched since the 70s. everything's brown and brass. since it's so close to the rockefeller and the business district it was full of seriously unfunny new york fellaz in suits, the people that work below the guys in american psycho. seriously, i was sat next to these two guys, and one of them was talking about how he bodyboards and how he went out to the beach with his wife and how his hips are still sore cuz he's never danced so much in his life and how his son is doing tryouts for hockey (no lie) and the other guy was just kinda laughing and asking him questions so he could reel off more bore. the guy who welcomed us was this pretty old black guy with glasses like mine, a streetwise morgan freeman type. all the waiters there were pretty old and pretty gnarled and they were arguing in their concrete and muscles accent, one was called johnny, and they referred to a guy called mike. "classic new york names", i quipped to myself, and smiled my signature wry smile. we ordered from a bricky white guy who was being really nice, which was pretty unnecessary given the forced tip, so it felt good to be welcomed in a city which we are so obviously not from. i got "chicken in a basket", which he said would take 20 minutes, time which they must have used to grab a chicken, inject it with 5 syringes of growth hormones, and stick it in the fryer, since the pieces of chicken i got in the little metal basket were fucking colossal. my family all got little toasted sandwiches, which looked exactly how you'd expect, so i have no idea why they decided that people who ordered chicken would be 20 stone. seriously though, nando's for shame. in hindsight i should have taken a photo, i was too busy stuffing my face tho. they gave me a bun and fries too, which i didn't even look at. so with the mother of a bunch of baby chicks safe in my stomach, i left, and we went for a little stroll. oh, and there was a picture of sarah jessica parker eating there, i don't know for what purpose, but i didn't notice it until we left. had i noticed it before, i wouldn't have been able to eat.

after getting a sickly sweet cookie from this cutesy bakery, we went to the hotel chocolat of new york, a place called godiva. there was a "work available" thing on the door, and standing there in the rain, by NBC studios, i felt my destiny crash down on me from above. i'm emailing my CV when i get back. then we decided we wanted to go see up. the pixar film you know. some creepy igor doorman told us there were cinemas in times square, so, a subway later, we were back amongst the horde. went to AMC, new york city's answer to bexleyheath cineworld, next showing was in 2 hours. after being like "what do we do now lol" i took the opportunity to go off on my own, meet up when the film starts. saying that, we've spent so much time here being like "what do we do now lol". you'd think there's so much to do here in a tourist way but it's mostly just shops and some art galleries. when i was solo so much crazy stuff happened, but we're going out to eat now, i'll write more later. hi lotts!