Following in my pattern of being useless at planning my adventures around the weather, yesterday was muggy and sticky, so I headed up to Times Square for a wander. It’s been hot, night and day, for so long now that the city is developing a putrid stench in some corners. It’s like living in the middle ages, but with more car horns.

I’ve always been a little in awe of Times Square. The London equivalent is Leicester Square which is ugly, dirty and I doubt has ever impressed anyone, ever. Times Square isn’t exactly beautiful or clean either, but the scale of it is so immense and the lights are so bright that I can’t help my awe. The military obviously rely on the shinyness and rampant consumerism inspiring some sort of national pride, as there is an army recruiting centre bizarrely situated right in the middle of everything. It even has a big lit up flag on one side, especially for those Americans who break down in tears every time they see it.

These lovely young ladies didn’t seem to be too interested in joining the army. They just wanted to get painted up like they were in a Gotye video and try to ignore the hoards of men (and me) trying to get pictures of them.

This guy was attracting slightly less attention, despite his nicely descriptive boots.

Naked cowpeople were well represented, as I found a lady too. She was a bit old, and was attracting the most attention of them all. Although most people seemed to be trying to avoid getting too close, either because they didn’t want to pay a dollar, or because she scared them.

I actually think she has a pretty banging body for an old bird, but her face gives me the fear. Tanning’s bad for the skin, kids.

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