What a nice day.
But before I tell you about it, let me tell you why it is I wake up freezing cold every morning.
Note the lack of blankets on my side of the bed, yet still intact on my wife's portion of the mattress.
Now then, note again the full coverage on Rebecca's side of the bed and the rest of the blankets covering the floor.
I think we must have a ghost, as I can't think what else it could be.
Anyway.
My nice day.
Firstly, it managed to be above zero degrees for a few minutes and I didn't even have to wear a hat.
Then I had a lovely meeting with Adam Rau, who is a nice feller.
Then I went uptown for lunch with the marvellous
Brian Sibley.
On the way I passed these horses who were so horrified by the kitchy shop they had to live in that they staged an escape.
Later I heard they were eaten by lions in the Central Park Zoo.
Brian and I ate at a pretend French cafe that insisted in calling open face sandwiches tartierres or some other nonsense.
Despite such silliness I had a bloody jolly nice time.
We talked about Lion, Witches, Wardrobes, Walts, Poppins, Jacksons and everything in between.
This old codger wanted to know where we could buy a spy cam so he could take pictures of topless sun bathers in France, but only after kicking up a stink because there was butter on his bread.
On the way back, I noted that the state of Tasmania, where I lived for such a long time was advertising on the corner of Macy's.
How nice to see.
And further to that,
Cartoon Brew covered my previous post, about They Might Be Giants.
Noice!
