So, me and Pips, and the Wino and Lola and Hugh go out for beers→[More:] and the Wino leaves after a few then Lola goes and me Pips and Senor Janus go off in search of grub. On the way out I hear Joe, this old guy I know from the bar discussing his days as a medic in Vietnam. He mentioned intestines and morphine. Then we made our way to a British restaurant on Greenwich Street. I had Baked Beans On Toast with Gratewd Cheddar and an Irn-Bru. Pips had a Salad and a Ribena. Hugh Had Bangers & Mash and a Ginger Beer. we shared a Sticky Toffe Pudding with custard for desert. We were discussing an old woody woodpecker episode where woody and gabby gator are chasing eachother around the evrglades and stuffing eachother into a pressure cooker. When the pressure cooker blows Gabby gets shot into orbit and flies past a Sputniky satellite with a dog inside who says in a Russian accent 'Alligator Go Home!' which we all found hilarious. Then this British guy came over and said "I heard you talking about comets," and explained that he was astronomer and that a comet was approaching earth tommorow. We said we were discussing woody woodpecker, but thanked him for the information. I love new york. Yes I have been drinking.