My friend Will Hill went off on a big American road trip last year, and while this still leaves me gnawing my knuckles in envy, he’s written an amazing blog post on one part of his trip, over on his blog: his visit to (or as close to it as he could get!) Area 51.
So if you’ve ever wondered just what Dreamland really looks like, head over and have a read…
Posted by loummorgan on June 20, 2012
http://loummorgan.wordpress.com/2012/06/20/postcards-from-the-edge/
I’m still jetlagged – although slightly less so. I may continue to use this as an excuse for general non-specific but recurrent crapness for the next few weeks: while people immediately nod sagely when you mention “jetlag”, they tend to look less kindly on you when you shrug and say you’re just flat-out incompetent.
I promised a slightly more interesting version of the weekend – so.
Posted by loummorgan on December 14, 2010
http://loummorgan.wordpress.com/2010/12/14/the-longshort-weekend/
I’ve not been neglecting you, honest.
I’ve been in New York, on that birthday-trip I mentioned – and because I flew out very early Friday morning and back again very early this morning, I’ve worked out that in the last 24 hours alone, I’ve been to the Guggenheim, the American Museum of Natural History, taken a transatlantic flight and had a driving lesson.
I am also, by the way, grotesquely jetlagged.
Aaaaaghhhpffzzznghplft.
New York was wonderful. You’ll get the obligatory What I Did On My Holidays post and I’ll put a few pictures up once I’ve figured out how to get them off the newfangled camera thing (which will no doubt refuse to talk to my Macbook. Most things do), but in the meantime, here’s a couple of rules we discovered while we were out there:
1. There is no such thing as a bad pizza in New York.
2. If you pass a group of middle-aged men smoking on a street corner near a parking racket, and think, “Huh, they look just like wiseguys”, chances are they are wiseguys.
3. You do not need a clock to tell the time in the Meatpacking district. If the cabs are no longer honking each other, it’s 3.30am.
4. It’s apparently normal to find crowds of Santas, elves and assorted Christmas-types conga-ing from Fifth Avenue into Central Park. (Presumably this rule only goes for this time of year).
5. New Yorkers are fiercely, intensely proud of their city – in a way which we Londoners just can’t quite manage. And you know what? They have every right to be.
6. I am intensely predictable.
Now. Sleep.
Blessed, blessed sleep………
Posted by loummorgan on December 13, 2010
http://loummorgan.wordpress.com/2010/12/13/the-rules/
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Sometimes, I’m impressed by my inner self-editor. The temptation to call this post “Cat-purr-cino” (or something along those lines) was very nearly overwhelming. But it really is the most rubbish pun ever, isn’t it?
Anyway. I’ve only recently discovered the phenomenon of the Tokyo cat cafes, and I’m equal parts fascinated and bemused.
Yes, of course I can see the appeal of hanging out in a cafe full of cats, making a fuss of the residents–particularly in a city which is known for its hardworking attitude and often draconian tenancy agreements, both of which leave little time and space for pets.
But on the other hand, as someone who is regularly ignored, insulted and–occasionally–out & out manipulated by her very own feline, I’m not sure I’d want to pay for the experience of getting that special look that only a cat can give you. (It goes up, then down, then up again, followed by an expression that clearly means, “What?”, before the cat in question turns tail, stalks off and falls asleep on top of your laptop.)
Still, at least in these places there’s a variety of cats available to slight you. You know, just in case one doing it wasn’t quite enough….
Posted by loummorgan on November 30, 2010
http://loummorgan.wordpress.com/2010/11/30/cafe-au-chat/
