Sleepless in .. New Yoik, this time

Which silly bugger invented the time difference?!

And why does it work so damn well? I asked myself as I woke up at 2.30am in the oh so delectable Renaissance Westchester Hotel in the middle of Nowheresville USA this morning, well in the middle of the bloody night, obviously.

Only in the US though, can you flick from a TV channel on abs crunching machinery, to a gas pipe blowing up a San Diego street, to a cartoon bear urging you to sue people for accidents, to the beatific God Squad exhorting (extorting?) payments to the Lord at all hours, to - finally – thank god – an old re-run of LA Law at 3am. Hurrah!

So here I am, cruising the Interweb in the dark as I'm too worried the net curtains will reveal my half clad body and non-matching underwear to the early morning sales reps in the car park I'm overlooking… Who said that international travel ain't glam, glam, glam all the way???  

Still, you learn something every day (ish) – last night I discovered what a 'Slider' is on a dinner menu. No, fortunately its not what we might think one was (dark, runny, needing the loo brush) – but is in fact a mini burger type thing, in my case, enrobing a fine crab cake, two in fact to be accurate. Although the waitress did whisper that 'you get 3 if you order the steak slider' – but that was just too evocative to be done.

Anyway – this post is really in honour of the 3 kind people who'd already flicked onto my blogalog before 12.20 today – thank ee kindly, whoever yee are! (If you leave me a Comment I know who to buy drinks for). Just wanted to give you something to read, even if it is my scantily clad (you're SO lucky there's no images with this thing) under-slept, pre-breakfast, over the pond drivel.

Talking of which, I wonder if last night's leftover sliders are on the brek menu as something else?! Beefy Skidders perhaps?? Scary, but off to find out….

S x