Sat in the apple store NY in the middle of a manic 48 hours in Manhattan. 5 meetings, a bit of shopping and the most random collection of events ever. Best so far, unknown to me lost my blackberry in the back of a cab very late the other night. woke up with calls from England checking i'm ok. A white Knight had found my phone, called the last few numbers in the address book to try and find me. The White Knight? Tall, blond, works for a hedge fund, she was charm personified - New York tales, you just couldn't make it up. 
48 Hours in New York
