Always say no to strangers
Saturday 11 November, 8.15am (NYU Dorms, Manhattan, New York): Ooh… arghuihr. Dull throbbing. Eels? Ate an eel. Why? Hmm. Some kind of potent Japanese alcohol. Half of me is on an air bed. The other half is on hard floor. Erm. New York! That’s it. Oh jeez, radio interview! Today!
Sandwich-ageddon in the Big Apple
Thursday 9 November, 12.30pm (Outside a deli, Manhattan, New York): Sitting on a plate in front of me is a sandwich that’s going to change my life. I mean, I’ve had some pretty momentous things happen to me in my time – my first word, Cub Scout initiation, house burning
"Fresh from London, Finland – The Lightyears!"
Wednesday 8 November, 10.30am (LYs US Residence, Riverton, New Jersey): I am sitting in front of a plate of Heinz Baked Beans on toast and a steaming hot cup of milky tea. It’s so English I could almost be in Chesham, or Little Todding. However, I am in fact in
“Is that a home-made pipe bomb in my pocket or am I just pleased to see you?”
Monday 6 November, 4.45pm (TK Maxx Clothes Outlet, Clapham): I am in TK Maxx in Clapham Junction. Where all the rock stars hang out. There is an extremely valid reason for me to be in here, namely that I am searching for an appropriate travel bag to carry my sound