Technically in 15 minutes I finally take possession of my new apartment …. hmmm no I don’t think I am desparate enough to collect the key off the doorman at midnight and sleep on a wooden floor - I am so looking forward to the joys of my blowup bed and all the 16 boxes of goodies arriving from New Zealand that I have been promises. I know that there is some art work, and my kitchen, and my Indian rugs, oh and of course the air-bed … but can’t for the life of me think what else … well a few of my more precious books.

Anyway I just wanted to tell you that the time had come, and to say thanks to you for your kind words so far

Funny story - everyone at work to whom I mention that I will not be owning a television look at me in complete shock and horror. In the US psyche it seems impossible for my colleagues to comprehend survival without one. Hahaha it even got to the point where I was offered one free of charge if only to give them comfort that there are some things in the American culture that hold true for everyone. Alas I have disappointed them.

My apologies in advance if it is few days until I post again … I dont have internet ordered yet so likely will be a week, the long weekend is likely to rain so I wont be sitting in Bryant Park, and I dont have to be back to work until Tuesday. So I will take some pictures of the shell of the apartment so you can see what it is looking like.

Haha and in true New York style I have a dinner party to attend tomorrow night, so I went and purchased a cool Michael Kors jacket … start are you mean to go on I say (and thank god for Century 21 …)

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Ok so I think that this is one of those films to keep tucked away in the cupboard for slate-grey days, where you don’t want to leave with a laugh splitting your sides, but a warm smile of how sarcastic yet embracing reality can be. Ok the story line was not earth shattering but the execution was classic - why do I love older Matriarch actresses like this - Meryl Streep reminded me here of the role that she played in The Hours - the strong person whose humanity just shines through. She may well have been the Devil tonight, but she was a beautiful Devil.

So this is not a movie review so I will spare you the details - but there are some one liners that I would adore using at work! And there are very few quotables these days - Karen in Will & Grace; Priscilla, Queen of the Desert; and Tea with Mussolini without saying! This one rates up there though for quotes, especially the first part of the movie …

“The details of your incompetence do not interest me” - Miranda

You sold your soul to the devil when you put on your first pair of Jimmy Choo’s!” - Emily

“Other girls dream of working here. You merely deign.” - Nigel

Ok - it was awesome - any of you who have not yet seen in should be running to the theatre to do so. And please if you are going to, do it on a slate-grey day when your soul is a little bit down and needs a gentle warm. And the shots of New York made me feel like this story was part of me and maybe some of what I have gone through at certain levels in coming here - the challenge of being who you are in a city that demands so much of you. It is a great place, and it was a great movie.

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Do you ever just feel really alone sometimes ?

Maybe its just a slate-grey day (sorry - refraining from discrediting the term Blue - over-rated), maybe its the weather, maybe its just coming to terms with living on the other side of the world and away from everything that is familiar, maybe its not having been to the gym for a lifetime of Sundays. Maybe I just need a shoulder to cry on, a cats chin to tickle, or maybe, just maybe a trip to Magnolia Bakery
I think I will resort to a movie … have been dying to see The Devil Wears Prada … its amazing what a healthy dose of bitchiness can do to cure a gay man’s slate-grey soul. Update you on the movie tomorrow …

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Strange epihany - arriving back in New York held a revelation of homeliness and belonging. It was comforting sitting amongst the dodgey subway crowd of the E train from the airport, to push past tourists blocking the turnstyles, and then to follow with intuition the path to the street corner where you live. It is true that this city holds a strange and silent magnetism. I haven’t been here long enough to name it but it is very real.

Dang the red curry I am eatting in some purple restaurant in Chelsea is fine. Man I miss nice Thai food, hot - spicy - exotic - gets the mind working overtime. Haven’t a clue what this place is called - but the boi assures me that Thai Red Bull (plus vodka - just for good measure - its Saturday afternoon people and I’m sitting here alone so completely justifiable) is much stronger than the German variety that gives you Vvings. I must confess my head is really spinning right now - the caffeine hit was intense - dang that means I will start talking indiscriminately now.

Hope that doesn’t get me into too much trouble this afternoon. (Ok - I have just seen the bill - the place is called Room Service - 166 8th Ave - nice curry - nice red bull).

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Categories: Men
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