Letter from America

Ok so brief recap: So EVERYONE knows the Abbey Road album cover. Therefore, whenever I cross that famous thoroughfare of northwest London, I'd want the experience to be fittingly iconic. Unfortunately, crossing in the rain, with two suitcases veering towards my 64 kg Warsaw convention weight allowance, a laptop and carryon (plus, the new GQ London ads like another pound) just doesn't always help you out. Also, unlike the Beatles, I don't have that gait that comes along with a million pound record contract, so when the wheel of my suitcase that I had broken in the Munich red light district this summer hit a rock, leaning over in the middle of traffic to retrieve my pillow from a slimy puddle was also not so glamourous. The tube journey is pretty easy though, if you dodge the ASL 'moms' pushing strollers veiled in fleece. There was ONE funny episode when I changed at Green Park station and this Vietnamese woman obviously thought she was Gwyneth Paltrow in Sliding Doors cause when the train pulled off before she could get one, she started to bitch (I think) about how her life was so much worse that she didn't catch her train. And it's so nice to know that American Airlines is aiming as high as it flies: exhibit A: Microwave Pizza????????! Exhibit B: $5 for California WINE??!! Exhibits C, D, E and F: Elf, Everybody loves Raymond (not funny at any altitude), Without a Paddle (hadn't heard of it either...) and a biopic about Ashlee Simpson's SNL fuckup. Thanks to Miss Marple and her Carribean Mystery, which I willingly watched three times, getting to Boston was bearable. But the 27 degrees wasnt. More to come...