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On my New York vacation -- which ended with my return to London last night -- I faced the usual choice between having fun and blogging. So, I had fun. Now, to blog.
New Yorkers are not shy about expressing themselves in public. I was waiting for a bus when a black man standing nearby pulled out his cellphone and began chatting happily with a friend.
As our bus pulled up, the man told his friend, "Let me tell you something, let me tell you someting! black man voting for Bush is an oxymoron! A black man voting for Bush is an oxymoron!"
Another day, I was on the 34th Street crosstown when it passed by the largish Victoria's Secret lingerie shop on Herald's Square. In one window was a mannequin wearing nothing other than a sheer bar and panties.
In the seat behind me, an elderly lady with a classic New York accent piped up, "I don't think Victoria has many secrets left."
On my New York vacation -- which ended with my return to London last night -- I faced the usual choice between having fun and blogging. So, I had fun. Now, to blog.
New Yorkers are not shy about expressing themselves in public. I was waiting for a bus when a black man standing nearby pulled out his cellphone and began chatting happily with a friend.
As our bus pulled up, the man told his friend, "Let me tell you something, let me tell you someting! black man voting for Bush is an oxymoron! A black man voting for Bush is an oxymoron!"
Another day, I was on the 34th Street crosstown when it passed by the largish Victoria's Secret lingerie shop on Herald's Square. In one window was a mannequin wearing nothing other than a sheer bar and panties.
In the seat behind me, an elderly lady with a classic New York accent piped up, "I don't think Victoria has many secrets left."
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