The Great Dilemma. Or not.

This weekend, I had an Italian, a Roast, some Vietnamese, very good pie, 5 vodka martinis and a Sandersons mojito. Oh, and punky smirnoff ice - lest I forget. Enjoyable.

It's a Sunday evening.

The shirts are hanging and waiting to be ironed.

I'm at the laptop working on an application form for a 6 month secondment from September 06 to February 07. But I can't decide where to go.

Is it going to be New York, or Hong Kong?

And then, like pure magic, Madonna came onto the freaking radio with her single.

"I Love New York"

I don't like cities.
But I like new york.
Other places make me feel like a dork.
Los Angeles is for people who sleep.
Paris and London.
Baby you can keep.

Other cities always make me mad.
Other places always make me sad.
No other city ever made me glad except New York.
I love New York.

If you don't like my attitude.
Then you can F off.
Just go to Texas.
Isn't that where they golf.
New York is not for little pussies who scream.
If you can't stand the heat.
Then get off my street.

I love New York.
Get off my street.

I'm pretty sure I'm not a screaming pussy, but bloody hell, this is difficult.