I have the house to myself tonight. So I’ve caught up on my TV from the digi-box. I watched Zoe Wanamaker’s Who Do You Think You Are? She spent some time in Chicago and Washington, I’ve now put on Frankie & Johnny, one of my favourite films and am looking at the streets of New York with a pang.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to go to America. Not Florida or the touristy areas, per se, but the cities. I want to sit on sidewalks and watch people walk by, I want to watch the steam come out the vents on the streets of New York, walk through Central Park and go to a free concert. I could go on and on about all the things I’d like to do.
You’d think Melbourne would be enough wouldn’t you? I mean look at it: