Eras never last, they just fade away

Yesterday a comedian dear to my heart and indeed a central part of my early teens passed away. Its funny how this can affect a person, but it did and forever more will the sketch in the hardware store about ‘Four candles’ be etched in my comedic psyche.

Thanks to the Guardian here are a few gags.

Right, to New York.

After coming off the plane from JFK I began to lose count of the Yankees tops I saw in London. On our second last day when the Yankees were shaping for a possible decider with the Sox a TV channel stopped a few punters in , where else? Times Square. One guy who was stopped was English yet was wearing a Yankee cap. It was a fashion statement he said. You know, its true. The Yankees I have realised now exist in a place that nolonger needs baseball. They’re the Manchester United of baseball, the Mets are the Manchester City.

I was going to write a long piece about the differences that i could see and feel b/w the two halves of NyLon. However, I’m tired and can’t find the words. This is probably my last post for the NYC site. I might write that piece in the next few days if Dana lets me. In the meantime, its been great and when you come to London drop me a line so we can go for a beer.

Ciao.

Sean

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