I work in New York City. It's full of nutters. Go figure.

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Tuesday May 31st

I was moaning about Lipton tea to the man who runs the kiosk in my building (the one who sells the Trojan condoms) and telling him how crap it was, and only Americans would drink it.

So this morning, he surprised me by brandishing a box of Tetley British Blend tea bags for my morning cuppa. Now that's customer service.

At the moment I am plotting my strategy to leave work at 2.15pm today to go and watch the England v Columbia game. It's a football match. Real football, not the American padded variety. Coincidentally, I am dressed in red, white and blue. The pysche is a wonderful thing.

Friday, May 27, 2005

Friday May 27th.

I had very bad food poisoning yesterday, so all I saw was the inside of my toilet bowl for much of the day. Today, I still feel bad, but had to go to work, so I just kept my head down concentrated really hard on not puking as I walked to the subway.

At one point I had a nasty scare, thought I was going to heave and got panicky - would I have to puke on the street? Luckily I was bringing a dress into work to give to someone, so I had a bag I could have used. Would not have done much for the Marc Jacob frock inside, though.

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Wednesday May 25th.

The woman sitting opposite me on the subway this morning had the most enormous flared nostrils I have ever seen. She looked like a horse. The fact that she sprouted an enormous mane of brown hair, didn't help much.

On Madison and 32nd, a couple of men who were either very gay or very German. Sometimes it's so hard to figure out which.

Finally, a very small man wolf-whistled at me. Why is it only the midgets who love me?

Monday, May 23, 2005

Monday May 23rd.

I just discovered that the little man who runs the little kiosk in the lobby of my building sells condoms. Trojans, to be precise.

I wonder if anyone has ever bought any from him. And why?