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LOCATION: New York City (New York).
DATE: 23/08/01.

TIME: 08.00

Quiff is woken up by one of the dormitory members because the evil clock has rung and woken everybody up, except for the one person it was intended to wake - Quiff.

TIME: 11.00

Still no sign of Payno, we check out of the hostel for him, only to meet him as we queue up. We taxi to the Greyhound station for one final push, one last trip with the gutter snipe of North America, one more journey with the lowest of the low, one more chance to have a laugh at the fat people trying to squeeze into the restroom, one last opportunity to see if we can recite the standardised speech each and every driver makes at the start of the journey, and one final chance to angle our seats back and eradicate the leg room of the burly convict behind.

TIME: 14.00

Our journey to New York is to be on a Peter Pan coach rather than an official Greyhound one, but we are not disappointed by an apparent hike up in class and quality. Even before we've left, an argument between a ticket-checker and a passenger erupts with the passenger claiming the ticket collector is picking on him and victimising him about the validity of his ticket, purely on racist grounds. This is most confusing to us as both people involved are black.

TIME: 17.00

We eventually book into a hostel despite the desperate attempts by the receptionist to get absolutely everything wrong and nip out for a meal. We decide on a restaurant just across the road which we thought was a pizzeria. It turns out however, that it is a Mexican place and nobody speaks English.

TIME: 20.00

There is talk of frequenting an Irish pub just down the road, but after last night's 'quiet-one' we decide against it, focussing instead on getting a good kip before tomorrow's Friday night antics.