New York Diary: Part V.

New York Diary: Part V.
I Love New York!

Last Day in New York.
The last day in The New Yorker Hotel.

Y’know,
I think if I was to add up all the time I spent in the hotel during the last 5 days it would come to less than 12 hours.
But anyways, there’s no time for all of that.
We gotta get our bags packed and get the hell out of here!

The hotel arranged to keep our bags for us until it was time to go to the airport later.
That gave us most of the day to say our goodbyes to Manhattan.

What to do today?
Maybe I’ll just let some of the photos do the talking.

Y’know,
New York Public Libray is beautiful, it really is but it’s hard to walk around there and not think of yourself as a Ghostbuster.

I didn’t write down much stuff on my last day in New York.
I was too busy trying to make the day last as long as possible.

There are loads of things I haven’t even mentioned in these diary posts but that’s only because they deserve whole posts of their own in the future.

New York is the greatest place on Earth as far as I’m concerned.
There’s always something to do and placs to explore.
You can buy salad at 3am in the morning (That really impressed me) and get drunk at 5am if that’s your thing.
You can walk for 10 minutes and hear 600 different accents,
You can walk down a modern steel city block and suddenly stumble upon an ancient church.
I feel like I fit there and as Sinatra says,
“It’s my kind of town”.

I really miss New York but what the hell,
I’ll get back over there.

…Might even buy a one way ticket next time 🙂

Advice For ‘Psychic’ Sally Morgan’s Future.

Dear Sally Morgan,

Although I personally don’t believe in 99% of people who claim to have psychic ability (I can spot a bullshit artist from miles away!), and although I can’t believe that most ‘psychics’ can sleep soundly at night given all the ham theatrics and transparent lies they make up on stage every night, I feel I should point something out to you.

Your Wikipedia Page.

It’s pretty bad but don’t you worry Sally.
By simply clicking on the image below for an enlarged view,
you will see that I have helpfully circled some of the things which I think tarnish the flawless reputation you’ve built up.

You might think to yourself:
“Ach, it’s only Wikipedia. Who cares”.

But you’d be wrong Sally because if you use your psychic ability,
You’ll be able to look into the future and see me pointing this particular line out to everyone I know and meet forever:

As I understand it Sally,
Anyone can update and edit Wikipedia so you should be able to fix it.

Best wishes,
You probably know who.

EDIT: It occured to me that Sally Morgan probably wouldn’t find this generous piece of advice so I sent her a wee link on Twitter.

REDЯUM.








Visit Al Cook’s “Necropolis” HERE and be sure to click on the ‘I Want Death Threats’ button.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Mark Chapman Denied Parole Again.

Mark Chapman, the man who killed John Lennon, has been denied bail for the sixth time, nearly 30 years after shooting the former Beatle outside his New York home.

From The Telegraph:

A parole board decided not to release Chapman after interviewing him on Tuesday by teleconference at Attica Correctional Facility in upstate New York.

It was Chapman’s sixth appearance before the board since becoming eligible for parole in 2000. He will be eligible again in 2012.

Chapman, 55, had been scheduled to appear last month, but the hearing was postponed by parole officials, who said at the time they were awaiting additional information.

After Tuesday’s decision, the board wrote to Chapman that it remains concerned about “the disregard you displayed for the norms of our society and the sanctity of human life when, after careful planning, you traveled to New York for the sole purpose of killing John Lennon.”

The panel said “release remains inappropriate at this time and incompatible with the welfare of the community.”

Among those who have opposed his release is Lennon’s now 77-year-old widow, Yoko Ono, who said last month that she believed Chapman is a potential threat to her family and perhaps himself.

The former maintenance man from Hawaii was sentenced to 20 years to life in prison after firing five shots outside Lennon’s Manhattan building on Dec. 8, 1980, hitting Lennon four times in front of his wife and others. He pleaded guilty to second-degree murder.

At his last parole hearing, in 2008, Chapman told the panel he was ashamed and sorry for what he had done and had since developed a deeper understanding of the value of a human life.

He said he had been seeking notoriety and fame to counter feelings of failure.

After that interview, parole officials noted that Chapman had not been disciplined in prison since 1994 and said he had adjusted to his incarceration. But they denied release “due to concern for the public safety and welfare,” according to the written decision.

Chapman was informed of the panel’s most recent finding a few hours after the hearing. The state Division of Parole is expected to release a transcript of the interview within the next several days.

Lennon would have turned 70 this October.

Your Cat’s Deid.

“Your cat’s deid”.

Remember that?
Remember people used to say that to boys in school who had trousers like this:

Why was that?
Short trousers.
White socks.
Slip-On shoes with tassles if you were very unlucky.

What’s that got to do with cats?
“Your cat’s are deid mate”.
Where did that saying come from and what’s it got to do with this:

Was Michael Jackson involved?

I remember these poor guys at school who constantly had to put up with:
“Here mate, your cats are deid”.

And then later on,
That saying changed into people making a simple gun noise followed by a Miaow.

What the fuck was that all about?
Was it just a Scottish thing?
Anyone know anything?

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