So I’m in the car – well, a people-carrier – being driven with Mr SMG from JFK to NYC proper. It’s about 9pm, and as the Empire State, the Chrysler and the rest of that most heart-stopping of skylines looms into view, I think of all the songs…<\/p>\n
I start singing, half under my breath, half indulged by Shane, and Moira our host and Sydney our driver.<\/p>\n
Singing.<\/p>\n
‘We’ll take Manhattan, the Bronx and Staten Island too…. Um, dum dum dum-dum do…’<\/p>\n
Pause. Think. Another song.<\/p>\n
‘They sentenced to me twenty years of boredom… For trying to change the system from within…. First we take Manhattan – then we take Berlin!’<\/p>\n
(Still haven’t been to Berlin yet.)<\/p>\n
‘Hey Manhattan, doobie-doo…’ (Prefab Sprout).<\/p>\n
But most of all, the one song that dominates my over-excited, no-longer-a-USA-virgin brain, is the very, VERY silly ‘America’ song from A Bit Of Fry And Laurie<\/em>. Maybe because I know all of the words. All three of them.<\/p>\n