I stumbled out of the Dive Bar and dragged myself to the first Italian restaurant I could find in Grenwich Village. I was starving! Pasta, pasta, pasta when all else fails nothing beats a gigantic plate of carbs to revive your spirits.

"Good evening SP, you don't look so well, loose that stripey hair orange hair do. We do have your usual table waiting as usual.'' said the Maitre De with a welcoming smile.

But I have never been here before I thought. Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered the London lad's words, Manly Men will be Girly Girls. Oh mi god, his prophecy seemed to be coming true, as everywhere I looked all the men looked most decidely ladylike. There was no way I was snogging any of these creatures.