

Bourne, UK
After finally drifting of to lala land I was abruptly brought back to reality with my alarm clock reminding me that yes it was three am and yes I do have a flight to catch, I sprung out of bed and I was of to new york. One very boring five hour flight later and I had touched down in the city where dreams are made. Whilst waiting for Lucy's flight to arrive I had to remind myself that JFK probably wouldn't be to thrilled if I broke out into song and dance as a re...