The jetlag is beginning to subside although, to be perfectly honest, it is quite difficult to distinguish it from my normal unrelenting capacity for sleep. Eight hours a day? Pah, I laugh in the face of eight hours sleep per day. I’ll see your eight and raise you four more.

While we’re on the subject, I thought it pertinent to show you where I got my twelve hours a night while we stayed in New York.  It has already been blogged all over the blogosphere and featured in every magazine worth its salt but we stayed at Ace Hotel. This place is so cool, even by New York standards. It’s always a little disconcerting though when you feel intimidated by the staff. They’re not snooty, they’re not supermodel beautiful, they’re just really bloody cool, dressed in their casual uniforms of jeans, converse, vintage style waistcoats and tipped-to-the-side trilby hats.

The rooms were pretty small but then we did book their smallest room type and we were in Manhattan. They had everything we needed though, including the best stocked minibar and snack tray that I have ever seen and not to mention a frickin’  amazing view of the Empire State Building two blocks away. And just like the staff, the decor was just really bloody cool. Oh lordie I’ve just used the word cool three times, my sixteen year old self would be very proud. Seriously cool though. Sorry, it’s the jetlag.

The jetlag is beginning to subside although, to be perfectly honest, it is quite difficult to distinguish it from my normal unrelenting capacity for sleep. Eight hours a day? Pah, I laugh in the face of eight hours sleep per day. I’ll see your eight and raise you four more.

It’s late and he has been despatched for chocolate before the film starts so it’s time for a quick blog post. A rather overdue one at that. As always, I have a good excuse but this one is definitely my best yet and it goes something like this…

“Sorry dear readers, I haven’t blogged for a while because I was sojourning in New York and then, you wouldn’t believe it but a volcano erupted in Iceland, which resulted in my return flight being cancelled and I was stranded there for days with nothing to do but hang out in the village all day every day.” Poor me.

Back soon with more photographic and anecdotal evidence, once I recover from the stress of my ordeal and the jetlag…

Image courtesy of me and my shaky hand

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Kerry & West Cork, which were pretty spectacular and B&Q, which was pretty unspectacular but more about that later…

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