I am disappointed with myself. I have always held much criticism for aspects of the USA, but I can't seem to stop myself from loving almost everything about this city so far. Damn you, New York! With that level optimism, I decide, despite his sore legs, to drag my manager around the city on a little walking tour through Hell's Kitchen and over to the banks of the Hudson River.
Of all places, I thought I would be 'safe' from getting recognised in NYC. However, as soon as we reach the Hudson River I hear the dulcet tones of two Yorkshire sisters screaming "Its Benedict! Can we have a picture?". When I return to the hotel, I receive a tweet from an American follower from Chicago, in New York to see a friend, who also claims to have spotted me on the streets of NYC, identifying me by my clothes and my manager. What a small world!