No rhyme or reason to it, but I leapt out of bed at 5:10am this morning. Dropping into the local deli to grab a coffee and a grapefruit juice, I followed with a refreshing shower, and I was ready to go by 6:45am. Instead of listening to my free versions of the Ricky Gervais Show (why I won’t pay for his Podcast), I opted for some 80’s tracks. Flicking through my playlist, my nano flashed “Crush on You, The Jets”… well I haven’t heard this one in ages, so click…

I love this freaking song - I almost started dancing on the train, seriously. You’ll more than likely find me at the front of the train, leaning against the driver’s door - as it was early, the train was half empty - weird, it was probably the first time I actually almost started dancing and didn’t give a shit who was watching.

God I love New York today.