New york, new york...

Still getting over the jetlag not helped by matters that I got a bit sloshed at a book launch last night - alcohol and jetlag does not mix - lets just say that. Memorable moments so far from NYC in no particular order (more may come as the haze starts to fade):
1) a pimp and his prostitute fighting near Penn station
2) living as a local in a Chelsea apartment
3) Being chased by an MTV scout in Sephoras (why can't we have one of these shops in the UK?) to see if I wanted to be on an MTV show. I said sure, without thinking, and invited my friends to come join me. But she saw them and said well, we are only looking for people between 18-25. Rock! I still look young. I declined in the end anyway.
4) Times square - it's cheesy and gaudy, and the centre of mass consumerism but there's nothing like it anywhere else.
5) American Breakfast TV - we only watched TV at that time, but I couldn't help wonder why the BBC's Breakfast show couldn't be more like this, rather than interviewing 80 year olds about the the state pension for 40 minutes.
6) Bagels for breakfast
7) Halloween! How surreal was it to walk next to serial killers and sexpot nurses for days on end.
8) Texas sized drinks. Imagine a 12oz cocktail, beer or soft drink even.
9) Being able to eat and drink at any time of day. And more importantly...
10) Being able to shop for shoes at 1am.