Having arrived in New York to the greeting of a burly airport gaurd with a t - bar tash and a strong whiff of arrogance Stuart and I wended are way towards his the apartment. After a couple of hours of unpacking and settling in we decided to go for an evening stroll, this is where the Bristish ignorance really kicked in, much to the delight of the NYPD- who may I add, were clearly having a slow day in the Big Apple. As Stuart and I strolled along the Manhattan streets, eager to find Mr Semple's supply of oats and dried fruits, in particular blueberries and prunes we made the huge mistake of J- Walking.



In London, the art of strolling into the street at one's own pace with no regard to oncoming traffic is some what of a usual and self indulgent practice. In the U.S this is a big NO NO!! Before we had chance to dodge the first obese doughnut stuffing American, we're being chased by 2 young rookie looking cops. Naturally, on capture we plead ignorance and put on a British show of faffing and cluelessness. It was either the innocent nature of the offence or the 15 minutes of blabbing which caused Ed and Martha - name's established by this point, to let us off with a firm finger- wagging and a sending on. Ed and Martha, needless to say will be kicking off those hard leather boots, throwing their caps in the air and partying Semple style come June 2nd and the opening of the exhibition. Perhaps they are more Village People than New York law enforcing!


Till next time...................

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