29th May 2011

Woke up at 6am. It's a bit late for Laura and early for Booth. Tea and bagel in bed.
Out the house before 8am. Woah.

Williamsburg is great. Everything funnily feels so American. It's like we're in America.
Explored immediate area. Quiet in the morning. Bought groceries. Expensive groceries. Ate eggs and drank coffee at the Rabbit Hole. Couldn't think of a better local. Good: garden, menu, prices, atmosphere.

Bed time! Nana nap.
Every one on Bedford Avenue is SO NOISY.
"that's totally amazing"
"I didn't hit you", "yes you did"
"PARP PARP"

Head out across Williamsburg bridge. From here you can see Manhatten and Brooklyn bridges, the Manhatten skyline and we caught our first sign of Ms Liberty.
The traffic zooms by, the subways go chuff a bit slower down the line. We talk about the Brooklyn sea-monster which we've decided to write a song about. Lo6ts of graffiti saying R.I.P to friends who have jumped. :-(   A beautiful portrait dribbled in tar on the walkway.

We're walking form the relative quiet to the chaos in search of Katz's Deli.
"Where you at Bitch"
  Ha ha ha, we're in NY!!!!

Right onto Essex, left onto Housten. KATZ'S DELI. Laura's heart pounds for a famous pastrami sarni and the best pickles known to man.
We love food.
Let's feed our figures.

we have to share one portion between us. the most delicious, succulent pastrami in the world. Homemade coleslaw. Steak fries and pickles with a can of Pepsi. Dreams have come true today.
NYPD! Our smiley waiter is commandeered by the cops. It's not him they're looking for.
Souvenirs bought.

Oh look! Someone in a CSI cap!

Booth's feet are killing her. If we walk home tonight, she needs a new pair of shoes. So there she goes and buys some clogs. Ah! The give her blisters too! Oh Mary! Right, to buy another pair of shoes.
Today's budget is blown.
The new trainers give her blisters too but she makes it home.
Mary examines her feet. Blisters galore. All over!  What are we going to do in this walking city. Walk on our hands?

A drink before bedtime in our favorite watering hole.

Nearly everyone in Williamsburg has to have at least one tattoo, wear a Trilby and walk an accessory dog.
 

Earlier in the Day

• a Brummy accent hollers 'Happy Hour 5 - 7 girls"
• we see our first street drinker; beer in a paper bag
• cool vintage clothing shop
• we must have funny accents - Mary, " these are our hats". Man in shop, "you wanna use the changing room?". Laura, "tips please".Sales clerk, "tape? You want tape?". Laura, "No filter tips". Sales clerk, "tape?".   

28th May 2011

Laura awakes with a Booth grin in her face.

Porridge, foot, tube, train,bus, foot, fag.

Casually smoked a fag because we're 'early'. WRONG TERMINAL.
FUCKIN' RUNNING!!!

Foot, bus, foot, travelator.

TOO LATE FOR CHECK IN :-(

Nearly cried. Nearly sick. Urgh.

Check in for free on later flight. Thank you kind Stephanie :-)

Mingin' salad for Mary. Reliable gammon for Laura. No steak knives allowed. Worried about terrorists eating each other for dinner.

To smoke a fag!

The moral of the story:
Mary can be wrong sometimes and Laura should ALWAYS double check Mary's 'facts'.

"Well Mary, it reminds you that you're only human doesn't it"

Big thanks to all the really lovely people who have helped us thus far. xxx

What You Can Get With A Smile

•  minimum cost reduced on Oyster Card
• smiles and information from the electric blue eyed lady
• directions from Delta air greeter
• help with our suitcase from the man with the wandering eye
• letting the bus leave early - bus steward, bus driver and supervisor (the suit)
• reassurance from passenger number 1 and smiley Japanese man
• comfort "No need to cry, you have options. Look at my beautiful tan, stroke my quiff"

Watched His and Hers on the plane. A documentary. We cried.
 Women are wonderful.


Grumpy James answered all our mundane questions. Thanks mate.


Laura watched True Grit
Mary watched Get Low.
We heart Bill Murray and Jeff Bridges.


Perfect toilet within sneaking distance of us to join the mile high club. Let's talk no more about that.


Poor little dude in front of us sick ALL the way to America.


Mary couldn't take healthy substances into America, including seeds and nuts due to America's paranoia. She also had to declare her recent cow petting incident as they needed to know if one had been near livestock recently.


We alighted the plane and queued for HOURS. Herded like cattle so they could take our finger prints ( they even took children's) and photographs. First they let Laura through, then Mary. Smiles can get you anywhere, even past customs/boarder immigration control.


BAGS, FAGS, CAB!
FIRST YELLOW CAB!


Everyone smiles so far in America :-)


Nigerian taxi driver, he won't be buying a Nissan.
He still views NY as a gun-toting-drug-taking city like it was in 1988.
He won't take the subway and tells us to stay away from drugs.


We drag 34Kg 5 flights to Apartment 21. It looks just like it does on Air B+B.
Met our host Ginger. She lays down the house rules.
No hard liquor, shoes off, no lock on the bathroom door. We have the master bedroom with plier controlled air-con.
I'ts hot.


Bedtime. It's only 10 pm but it feels like 4am.
Comfiest bed in the world. Mary Booth is very happy.


GUN SHOT!!!!
OH MY GOD WE'RE IN NEW YORK.

WOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOO
SLEEP.
 

27th May 2011

Before bedtime ..........

• 1 Large Brandy
• 1 Large Whisky

Thanks to Nellie, Neil and Liam for your excellent company, delicious meal and comfy spare room.
Viva la socialist republic of South Yorkshire!

Little Robots bite the Big Apple

Hello one and all.
Welcome to Little Robots new blog. We thought some of you might be vaguely interested in our adventures so read on if you are.
Mary and Laura are currently in New York awaiting a gig on Thursday at Goodbye Blue Monday, 1087 Broadway. Where we shall sing Little Robot standards and a few new ones.
We're so excited to be in New York after saving up nuff dollar for the pleasure!
We'll be keeping a journal of our time here and updating this blog as and when we get the chance but for now, this is it.
See ya x x x