November 23rd

The realignment of paths diversed
The difficulties of roads traversed
A realisation of a frienships worth
Rekindled with a song
I used to see you on a day to day basis
Unified by our remote oasis
We sat still but travellers places
Buddy it's been too long
When we meet it will be like then
We were just boys but now were men
Take no time to get back again
Happily turn back the page
Been waiting to see you today
To talk of memories of our yesterday
Grown up in that child-like way
Good friend never age
Nothing fills me with more pride
Than when strangers positively collide
the inner talent drawn outside
No reasons, its just because
And so I travel through waterloo
compelled by memories of you
Jumping in our kangaroo
Just great is how it was

November 22nd

I've walked along the Hudson

I've seen the lights on Broadway

I've seen yellow cabs by the dozen

I've opened up the New York doorway

I've waited wished and wanted

To see your sky rise blocks

and now my dreams are haunted

And I don't want that feeling to stop

New York I kept you waiting

A diamond that rose from the sea

Now, New York and I are dating

I hope that New York loves me

I've toured around your well know sights

I've explored your concrete jungle

I've stood upon your highest heights

and felt so lucky and humble

I have been there, I did explore

I would like the clocks to rewind

I might not be in New York any more

But New York is forever in my mind

November 21st

I've heard all the songs written about you

I come here to find out if it's all true

Can one place hold such emotion

attracting fans with unlimited devotion

Are the neon lights bright on Broadway

can you convince me to do it your way

I've shelved all the hype and all the talk

To find out for myself New York New York

I'll take a walk around Central Park

I'll see the lights burning through the dark

I walk your streets and avenues

I'll climb your towers and see your views

Keep my eyes open as the streets I trudge

The greatest city? I'll be the judge

Okay, after a week of vinyl revision

I can now reveal my final decision

New York, you are the greatest place

You seem to run the human race

I never really had any doubt

But I had to come to find out

November 20th

I'm in a strange town in a new country

But the surroundings feel so warm and comfy

It's not as big or scary as feared

A peculiar feeling of not feeling weird

It normally takes me a couple of days

to get used to 'their' localised ways

But we connected almost instantaneously

and now we are getting on quite famously

With you I've been wanting to spend my time

You showed me yours and I showed you mine

You had so much to live up to

So many things wanted to see and do

About you, I've been positively vocal

And so you treat me as a local

You gave me all that you could give

the rest of my days I will happily live

You had me smiling from the start

I'm wearing a t shirt with an NY heart

I'm saddened as my bags I pack

I love you New York, I will be back

November 19th

As the plane gets closer to the ground

and my New York is still unfound

this is the last write before the big reveal

Before my mind is city filled

no more will I be able to dream

of that city as yet unseen

The place that has always been

The corner of my room, my TV screen

The last time that my imagination

will be the place of my infatuation

I'm going to land and look around

Get to know this mystery town

I read the books, seen the shows

I've seen you highs, middles and lows

You're the place that's filled my mind

And now you're there for me to find

So New York New York, we can't lose

I'm here now to start spreading the news

November 18th

A story I need you all to heed

Of me, my dad and Peter Reid

A great thing happened one Saturday

We drove down south to see the Saints play

I tried to recall it as it happened

Flashed into the car park by Micky Adams

Headed towards the ground & as we got nearer

We were handed our tickets by a young Alan Shearer

One of the greatest days I've ever had

Me, Peter Reid and my Dad

I don't remember much about the football

A score draw I think, quite forgettable

Final whistle, that’s it, all over me thinks

No, invited into the players lounge for drinks

Coke and crisps and take a seat

Ill prepared for who we'll meet

Legends, well you decide

Dave took it all in his stride

Alan Shearer, Jimmy Case, and Tim Flowers

Big Dave Beasent loftily towers

A more crisps and a second coke

Then we are joined the greatest bloke

A gentleman it's quickly agreed

Me, my dad and Peter Reid

He broke in to his collection stories

of past bust ups and former glories

A true Evertonion the air turned blue

As he recalled what he used to do

He realised that a child heard what he'd said

He apologised profusely and patted my head

An amazing experience, what joy, what luck

Dave fitted in as if Jimmy Tarbuck

The stories stayed with me as I've grown

Dave drove me safely home

My adventures have yet to exceed

Me , my dad and Peter Reid

November 17th

it's finally here, I've waited for so long

tall stories and imagery strong

I'm getting lost in those famous streets

Waking up the city that never sleeps

I'm city swimming as my dreams envelope

Drowning in areas over developed

I'm walking round with others advice

Learning why they named it twice

I'll see as much as possible to see

I'll find out if New York's been missing me

The city that moves at such a pace

trying to win the human race

by locals and tourist it's loved and adored

but it's as yet Gav unexplored

I'm sure it'll will live up to the talk

And I'm sure I will love New York