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Tom’s Teenage Diary, Monday May 6th 1991

On plane to NYC now, and it’s about 3.15 GMT. The music on these aero-headphones is bearable (even a bit of TT), but has already repeated itself three times. Plane left Amsterdam late due to one engine having difficulties. Would be OK except the lights and power kept going off.

When I arrive in New York I shall have the honour of being confronted by people demanding to know why I want to go there. From what I’ve heard of NYC, this is a very good question.

I’m not entirely sure that Americans are all that sympathetic to holiday-makers, especially those with no fixed abode once they reach said country. However, I have all the bumph, so I shouldn’t have much of a problem (I hope).

This bald guy in front keeps sticking his chair at me. GRRRRRR…

Whoah! Having my first cab-ride with this amazing guy who I can hardly understand. It’s grey and damp, but not actually raining. It’s quite humid as well. Everytime the car moves suddenly, like, the “gas” (getting into the terminology) sloshes around like hell. First impressions of the USA: Not as bad as I thought! There is a lot of NY that looks like the place was constructed on a rubbish dump. It looks (in places) like all those films of post-“bomb” looting and riots. There is greyness and thousands of cars, barbed wire and dirt, but also a great feeling of vitality and passion.

Whether this guy is actually taking me to the Carlton remains to be seen.

Feel like crap and seem to be still coughing up nice chunky green blobs of goo. Had this bloody cold all weekend, but kept it at bay by taking vast amounts of day nurse. Since I got back, I thought it was probably best to let the damn thing run its course (I mean I’ve had it for a week now and it doesn’t seem to be getting any better). So I feel like crap. I must look like some haggard mid-50’s bachelor uncle.

Mark is a minging wanker.

“i was thinking how fun it’d be to tell you about my night in british slang, but then i remembered… if i wanted to do that, i’d just have Tom type something up for me.”

Infinite Monkeys. Really. Why bother?

One last thing before I duck off to pastures new for the weekend – not so soft has redesigned. And since we like her, and we like it, I thought I should tell you to go there now.

I’m off to New York this afternoon. How cool is that? I’ll be in the Big Apple by 9.30 this evening.

I couldn’t agree more:[ from “Lacking in emotional content“]

“It makes sense that in a world that doesn’t support creative and caring environments, there are often more glamorous, albeit unhealthy behaviors. Rather than refocusing the extreme behavior into healthier modes of expression, the kids are forced into a magnified example of our despotic culture.”

Excerpts from a Subterranean Journal:

It’s midnight and I’m preparing for bed. Priorities for next 24 hours: meet Frank (place / time / appropriate dress as yet unknown), recover from cold (and thus preserve world tissue paper supply), buy shoelaces, recover from cold, recover from cold, recover from cold, recover from cold.

The Internet Movie Database is Ten today! I think I first saw it in about 1994, because I remember all these designs: 1998 (1), 1998 (2) and 1996.

Yeah, yeah, Meg, I see you too. She’s such a smart-arse sometimes…