Hot in the City

Amy Winehouse walks into the lobby area of the Soho Grand in New York, its all bad tattoos, apiary hair and skiny husband in obligatory grey vest, skin tight black jeans and pork pie hat (probably the closest they’ve been to a meal all week.) I heard a story, apocrophal perhaps but I like it anyway, that Einstein had one style of outfit but multiple versions of those same items so he never had to expend energy thinking about what to wear – I think Amy and her husband must be the same as every time I see her in the papers they look the same. Carlie (see previous blog entry) saw Ms Winehouse (has destiny ever dealt a boozer a more prophetic name, notwithstanding the late, great Simon Lagerman, former drummer with the band Mott the Hoople) in concert a couple of weeks ago pissed and stoned, forgetting the words to songs and banging her head on the mike stand (Amy not Carlie). Its all seems like she is destined for the rock and roll book of cliches, page 132 (available from WH Smith – large print section) – self destruction.

Saying that the heat might be sending the whole world a little bit mad (is that an oxymoron?) at the moment,  its 32 degrees outside and humid as a hamman in New York while in the UK last week Tewkesbury is practising to be the new Atlantis and Great White Sharks have been spotted off the cost off Cornwall. Who says global warming isn’t a problem. What do those people want to see before they are convinced?? Tigers roaming in the savannah just outside of Huddersfield, giraffes walking through the high plains of Dartmoor and monkeys in Hartlepool (actually scratch that last one, theres a great story about why the people of Hartlepool are called ‘monkey hangers’ how they hung the mascot of a ship – it was dressed in a little coat afterall, thinking it was a Frenchman). As we sit in the air conditioned lounge I wonder how much of the energy crisis could be solved by us all moving to somewhere a bit colder, personally Ive always liked Canada, maybe we should just shuffle the whole of the US a few miles north. You wouldn’t have to change the accent too much and the sports remain largely unchanged. Every room I've been in in the last week has been colder than the inside of my fridge (incidently some of the fridges in the US are larger than my flat in London, maybe that ratio needs rethinking as well) all that fossil fuel we are burning to keep us cold seems a counter-intuitive. Mind you the whole worlds counter-intuitive today, Amy Winehouse was carrying a bottle of water.