Yesterday was a bit of a write-off. I decided to take the morning off to compensate for working till 3am on a Sunday night in order to email some stuff off to England in time for first thing Monday morning. But I did get some of our drawings for Rural Development done before heading to the Mexican for a meal followed by drunken dancing till late in my friend's huge and beautiful apartment (think classic Greenwich Village loft but with no rent). America has the best music culture. Everyone knows every song - whether country, soul, rock'n'roll, hip-hop, bluegrass classics - and they intertwine in ways that we never conceive of in England. I'll really miss the enthusiam for such diverse music and the lack of snobbery that you find here (I know, NYC isn't the same, but they don't have the roots culture like here.) And my friends can really dance!

And then, you find out that one of your friends (a blues guitar genius) is Britney Spears' second cousin! like, wowee!! Ensue drunken discussion about why BS is quite so fascinating (conclusion: she is the embodiment of America and we love the fact that she's so innocent about her trashiness) and the revelation that the last time he saw her was when they were five and she was poking at a possum with a stick. Go Southern gals!

And one of the Kennedys has applied to be a Rural Studio outreach student. Sorry love, you've been outed: email sent by admin staff to director read "XXXX Kennedy has applied to the outreach programme. She's a real Kennedy. No shit."