New York, Saturday 5 June 2004

Weather: cloudy but fair. Sitting in a branch of Wetherspoons at Heathrow’s Terminal 4 eating a £5.99 ‘traditional breakfast’ – trying to relax, with a cup of Tetley’s tea. This will be my last taste of British culture for five weeks – quite literally. There is something reassuringly grim about British airports – the staff

Some travel writings

It’s about time that some of my travel writings made it to my blog, rather that sit in scrawled ballpoint in a little red Fidel Castro notebook. In the next few weeks I’m hoping to transcribe some of the entries, and maybe, in the style of thelondonpaper‘s City Boy, embellish them a little. I’ve also