There is a flatscreen TV hanging above the BT internet point showing spinning shiny pictures of the Chrysler Building, the Statue of Liberty and Broadway. It genuinely hasn't sunk in yet that I'll be there later today.
Heathrow is busy, bustling and crazy-full of interesting peoplewatching candidates...I am, er, a trifle early for my flight, which leaves at 1315.
Hey, what can I say?
I'm hella excited.
It stuns me that despite being literally at the gateway to the world- from here you can go pretty much anywhere that doesn't require a space suit - everyone looks so BORED.
Incredible.
I pull into JFK at about 4pm local time, which will correspond to 9pm Stuart's Bodyclock Time (S.B.T)..after that things ought to get goddamned interesting.
A million whoops of glee and delight are headed the way of Krissa and Shivery (no links as money is running low)...not to mention a video of NY Graham Norton and abot 50 sachets of Horlicks (don't ask me)
Til later!
So, within a couple of hours of Stuart arriving in New York, there's no more Sex In The City.
Probably just a coincidence.
Cheeky bastard!
Heh.
Hey, Stuart! I've not been blogging for awhile, so I hadn't realized you were blogging again. And not only that, you're gracing our shores. Have a great time!