Landed at JFK yesterday at mid day beautiful unseasonably sunny and warm day 18c. We arrived at our hotel on 46 Street as soon as you stepped out of the car all you smell is weed, who ever thought it was a good idea to legalise it ought to be bent over and have a Bugle shoved up their arse. You can smell it everywhere you go even in shops you get whiffs.

I have always loved New York, but talking to a local in Starbucks last night he said the Cockroach and more so the rat problem it’s a terrible place to live, as we spoke three Cockroaches scuttled across the floor. I see this being the last trip I take here.