Yesterday I went to meet a friend Brooklyn. Due to errors made by him and my iPad (and I guess by me for not paying more attention to said errors. Dammit), I ended up in completely the wrong place with no way of contacting him. The meeting was only saved by a cafe with a wifi connection and the aforementioned Mac product. I really struggle to remember how we ever managed to meet up in the dark days before mobile phones.

We decided on a little stroll around the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens, as it was crazy hot and we’re both English and you know what they say about mad dogs, Englishmen and the midday sun. I took some photos which aren’t that great, but here they are anyway. Just for you!

I didn’t take this one, obviously, as this is me, standing in a weird branch thing. Hello!

My friend is staying in Park Slope, which I have heard of only by reading disparaging stories on Jezebel and Gawker. It’s the ultimate haven for smug middle classers, I’d say it even outdoes its North London equivalents of Stoke Newington and Crouch End. I highly recommend giving the article about a poor good Samaritan getting shot down for gender stereotyping a read, it’s pretty genius. Clearly some people in the area have waaaaay too much time on their hands.

The houses are stunning though, proper old brownstones. Sadly, it seems that some people don’t find the brown quite festive enough.

The day continued with a visit to the Randolph on Broome Street where many delicious cocktails were had and burgers were consumed. It ended in the best little dive bar in New York, which I cannot remember the name or location of, as I was rather drunk. Trust me though, it was epic.

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