New York Stories.
I know where Woody Allen and Diana Ross live.

I also know that:

a Boeing 777 can fly at 710 mph

the view of Manhattan from a yellow cab before entering the Queens/Midtown tunnel can take your breath away

a walk in Central Park on a sunny Sunday morning with my boyfriend and our friend Rob is very agreeable for the soul

you can bump into old friends while cd shopping

those old friends will get you drunk in a Times Square tavern

you will have a NYC sized hangover till the sun goes down the next day

the sun going down over New Jersey viewed from atop the Empire State Building is an extraordinary sight

tickets to a top Broadway show can be bought at 100 bucks a pop

top Broadway show ‘Hairspray’ is indeed fantastic

the movie ‘Rules of Attraction’ is dreadful

the Metropolitan Museum of Art has a much better gift shop than the Guggenheim

afternoon tea at the Plaza is only 30 bucks

three pairs of Old Navy khakis is never enough

a brown stone in Chelsea is a great place to stay for a week

I couldn’t live in a brown stone in Chelsea if I lived in NYC

I’m not buffed or tanned enough to live in a brown stone in Chelsea

you can buy a ‘home enema’ in a drug store

you can’t buy paracetamol in a drug store

the Museum of Sex is very unsexy

the insult ‘bummer’ means very little to a NYC bummer

after at least ten visits in the last twenty years I never tire of being a tourist here.