Live from New York City...

So there could have been the Tiswas relaunch or Misshapes or drinking at Suarez's... but there really is something to be said for sitting in a homely Brooklyn apartment with cups of tea and homemade cookies and a slightly crazy cat, watching Saturday Night Live...

...especially when you wake up the next morning with no semblance of a hangover and there's snow all around and there's fresh coffee and omelettes made for you, then a walk to N9th in temperatures so cold your face hurts to rummage around in Junk and Buffalo Exchange, then hot chocolate and squirrel brooches and then discovering "your" magazine being sold in a store on Bedford Ave...

...and even arriving back in JC isn't so bad initially when the sunset is reflecting off Lower Manhattan and it looks breathtakingly beautiful [or maybe that's just the painfully low temperatures and wind whipping off the Hudson] but then you step back into your apartment, where you've barely spent any time this week, and the washing up is still stacked up and the place is a tip and again you remember why it never feels like home and you try to be out as much as possible...