FRIDAY 15th AUGUST : OBLIGATORY BLACKOUT BLOG

My blackout experience made me reminisce about Europe. It all started about 4pm with everybody walking home smiling whilst trying to hide the fact that they were fearing the worst, later I was reminded me of a summer's evening in Dean Street: hundreds of people, including me, daring to drink outside bars (which is a no-no) whilst having a fag (of course, we didn't dare smoke IN the bars). The late evening was a bit like a French campsite - super dark, people walking around with torches, cooking by candlelight off a single gas hob, hippy types playing drums in the squares, people wondering the Hudson River promenade with Belgian beer bottles and muscle bound boys playing in the bushes. The following morning felt like a day-trip to the continent: people moping around a strange town not too sure what to do, all the shops closed apart from one deli which was dark, damp, overpriced and selling a poor imitation of coffee (which ran out just after I had my cup). The afternoon was kinda like a Sunday in Hyde Park - lots of people still with little idea of what to do with themselves sweating it out under the basking sun - and of course going a nice shade of lobster red. If the power goes out again I'm sure the glow from my back could illuminate the whole of New York City!