On every level, this is just plain wrong. Seinfeld’s Michael “Kramer” Richards recently lost his shit on stage, and has plopped himself in some less-than-tepid water.C’mon, what was he thinking?

Four pints into a six-pint night at the Heartland Brewery on 51st and 6th Ave with a client, I walk outside for a cigarette break and bump shoulders with Elijah Wood, who’s on his way in. My first thought: “fucking hell he’s small.”

I came back in and rejoined my client over our frosty brews, and I was gestured in the general direction of a now eating Frodo sat behind us.

Baggins in the house… LOVE this kind of shit.

For the most part I feel I’ve been mentally conditioned to think that the people of New York City wouldn’t even piss on you if you caught fire, than lend a hand. A thought process substantiated and indeed strengthened by the copious amounts of selfish, self absorbed fucks that I see on the streets each day. So having said that, you can imagine how truly heart warming it was to see some random NYC patron assisting a blind guy across the busy 14th and 6th Ave intersection. I love seeing shit like that - it’s like the hand of God coming down and wiping the shit out of my eyes.

Sadly, I have no doubt that my shit-free vision is temporary.

Cluster fuck of a commute… I’ll make it brief. Half way between Spring and West 4th on the C train and some muppet decided to pull the chuffing emergency brake. We lurch forward (thankfully I’m holding onto the handrail firmly) and come to a sudden stop.

[90 minutes later, literally]

Police and MTA Supervisor presence now gone, we jerk forward and continue to West 4th Street, where I hopped onto the V to work. Nice… only took me 2 hours to get to work today.

Such wankers in New York, really.

What’s better than a Friday in New York? How about a Friday in New York and spotting a proper London Double Decker bus! I spotted this beauty parked on the corner of Avenue of the Americas and 48th Street this morning - coffee and bagel in hand, this thing was looking brand new, all shiny and being cleaned by a bunch of guys. Upon closer inspection, it became evident it was part of a marketing campaign for Delta Airlines. Their tagline was “Cheat on New York… sneak away to London or any of Delta’s 400 other locations” - cool marketing.

There’s something about the 80’s that I can’t shake. Sharp cheekbones and spandex - what a decade for music. In an effort to add variety to my 45 minutes of subterranean traveling, I felt that I needed some attention from the Romford quintet.

I loved this band - their Silk & Steel album was actually the first album I ever bought… and I remember opening up the cellophane wrapping and sliding the cassette into my Saisho Walkman.

And yes, of course I felt like dancing!

I know you’re watching over me, and I want you to know that you’re never far from my heart. I love and miss you terribly. I know you’re safe.I wish I could hug you like that again.

An article at msnbc.com announced today that Saddam Hussein is going to be hung after being found guilty of the 1982 killing of 148 Shiites in the city of Dujail. No word of the thousands of Kurds he killed by way of poison gas though… curious.

Whatever.

Hang the prick by his bollocks.

My question is this: why on earth did it take 24 years to sentence him?

I signed up for Netflix about 2 weeks ago, and I’m loving it. I opted for the 3 movies at a time package, and I get to watch about 3-6 each week - if you’re skeptical about joining, they give you a 2 week free trial, which you can cancel at any time.

Sat here with the Back to the Future trilogy… I love Netflix!

It was my S’s birthday on Thursday, and we’d decided to take Friday off - so sneaky me arranged for a surprise helicopter tour of NYC. I’d thought the tour included just a circuit around Lady Liberty and Downtown Manhattan, but we were taken all the way up the Hudson River and over the George Washington Bridge - awesome!Best day, ever. Hope you enjoy the movie.

Happy Birthday muffin.

Saturday morning - dog walk through the streets of Prospect Heights, and a visit to my regular weekend breakfast place (when I’m dog sitting of course), Little Miss Muffin. Same as usual. A large cup of Hazelnut coffee with sugar and half and half. The chocolate muffin was screaming out at me again, and sitting right alongside was its apple counterpart - it would have been rude to not have gotten the apple one too. Check out all that chocolate filling oozing out - how could you NOT go and get one of these?

Scrummy.

So I’m coming out of the Chinese takeaway on Flatbush and Park Place, and about to cross the Flatbush race track, when I notice to my right, David Rasche. If you’re an 80’s kid like myself, you’ll remember him in Sledgehammer - the ultimate retro crime show - I lived on that program. And here he was, donning a pair of wire-rimmed glasses, looking, may I say, great. I turned to him and said “David?” (not remembering his last name right away), and he grinned - he obviously thought I knew him… I introduced myself, told him I was sorry for bothering him (as we all know the “stars” hear it all the time) and reached out to shake his hand. The man reciprocated. Awesome.

Anyway, that’s my wee story in this mellow ‘hood of Brooklyn - David Rasche’s a neighbor.

Random - I fucking love it.