Anyway, I sat next to Marcie, soon to be retired New York realtor, who was very pleasant in that chatty American way, and I watched another five episodes of 24 (series one) on the 'pod.
Didn't eat or drink on the plane, so got into NYC very hungry, having had only an apple and banana at SD airport. Random had sent a limo to pick me up, which was much appreciated as it was way below freezing and coming on for peak hour. There was a welcoming fruit and cheese basket and a bottle of Oregon pinot waiting in my room, for which I was pathetically grateful.
CraigWA, who'd arrived an hour or so earlier, texted me and we organised to have a quick dinner. He was on London time so it was about 1Am on his body clock. Had the scarifying experience of stepping out into the night time freeze and we quickly settled on a nearby restaurant where Craig had a beer (bwaaaahahahahahahaha!) and some sort of meat loafy thing. I went for what I thought was a meat ball and salad sandwhich , but which was really an experiment in stress testing a garbage bin lid sized plate by overloading it with staggering tonnages of fries, fist sized lumps of meat, a few leaves of wilted lettuce, and a gallon of melted cheese.
I think I ate about 15% of the meal and still felt bloated.
Back to the hotel for some arsing about trying to get a net connection, filed a Geek, watched another ep of 24, then off to sleepy bo bo land.
Tomorrow I have meetings, and Murph arrives in town.