Phase One - New York 1st May – “Don’t be afraid of black music”

Ian and I embarked upon Phase One aiming to join up with Owen and Rob in our rented New York apartment which was three blocks down from the hideous and at first mind-blowing Times Square right in the core of ‘The Big Apple’.
The Naked Cowboy, people everywhere, vomit Ian having CD’s waved in his face and being told he is afraid of black music, a shit Irish bar with tiny ‘pints’ that made us feel like giants.Before we set off for our first night out together we had sewious weservations about leaving the apartment unattended as it had quite clearly been broken into time and time again in a variety of entrances and burglariffic styles. The valuables were places in crafty hiding places such as behind red hot fridges and bins, of course the passports had to come with due to America’s Draconian policies t’ward buying booze.
We went to the legendary UCB comedy club to watch the improv group Step-Fathers who were ruddy excellent – it was like Whose Line Is It Anyway ON ACID!!! And the goofy, lanky one from the brilliant In The Loop was in the troup so that was nice. Although the leader looked unnervingly like James Nesbitt. I cut my finger on the frankly antiquated chairs and blood came out. And I spilt two beers.