One of my New York pals lives in Manhattan
obviously all communications went down when the 'turrists' did their thing and I didn't hear from him for a few days.

It was fucking hilarious: finally an email appeared bascially saying 'will you all just fucking shut up and leave me alone? I'm not dead, my family aren't dead, stop being so fucking gay'

Ironically last year he proposed to his wife live on TV at the finishing line of the NY marathon - something a million times gayer than 'worrying that your mate may have died in a massive terrorist attack', I'd say.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 12 Sep 2011, 8:12, Reply)