"American love is like Coke in the green bottles, they don't make it any more." quoth Alan Moore. Now we can add to that - Perrier water:
Wednesday morning, waking up to The Ashes with three pommy wickets gone before lunch. A good way to start a muggy, rainy day in NYC.
First, a trip down to Union Square and a short walk to Forbidden Planet in search of a few gifts. The store is crowded with urgent, yet polite, comic geeks getting the new comics for the week. Some interesting oversize editions, but apart from that the racks of graphic novels, manga and shelf porn are not very distinguishable by range and price from the perfectly good Comic Zone in Perth.
Still, we do notice that the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters has bused the young mutants into town.
Brunch, my new favourite and necessary meal, draws us to News Bar (no wifi any more says the sign) and a pork belly roll of uncertain origin. We walk around to kill some time before the main excitement of the day, the musical Beautiful featuring the career and music of Carole King.
The show is at the Stephen Sondheim Theatre on 43rd Street. While we're in the cheap seats in the Gods, the seats are central and offer a good view. The show follows Carole King's career from her first songwriting successes, her relationship with Gerry Goffin and songwriter friends Cynthia Weil and Barry Mann.
The music is excellent, and quite moving; the dialogue clever and quick. The play glosses over the past to make a short story, and stops at the triumph of her solo career as Tapestry propels her to the top of the charts and her Carnegie Hall debut.
The Cynthia Weil character was played by Jessica Keenan Wynn, Keenan Wynn's grand-daughter.
Back home to troubling news that Joe Root was dropped on zero and went on to score a strong century, leaving Perfidious Albion ahead on the first day. The Cardiff pitch is slow, clearly and unfairly prepared to nullify Mitchell Johnson's pace attack.
A quiet meal at home, with "wild" scrod fillets and a fridge clean.