Hangover time. Got up understandably late but managed to drag ourselves over to the Staten Island ferry to go and have a look at France’s gift to America, a bloody great statue. It is, for some reason, quite awe-inspiring to see it in the ‘flesh’ and another touristy thing that must be done in New York.
I took my second trip to Foot Locker. I forgot to mention that in addition to the aforementioned bad traits inherent in all their staff they decided that I can’t dance and gave me two left shoes that I went to return. I was met with the same welcome as the first time round and they didn’t even have the right trainer for the right foot. After being told that I do in fact like white trainers and don’t look like a tit in them I managed to get some trainers that I liked that fit! Incredible
Ian and I went to watch neo-hippies Akron/Family at the Bowery Ballroom, a very very nice venue near Little Italy. Not so nice around the area as a nutty six foot four native took a sort of swing at me on the streets, testing my ninja reactions to their very limits.
The band were great, a very fine performance. Many fruity types in the crowd but it worked out ok as the band are big on audience participation and there were right characters getting right into the spirit of things.
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