The Wolcott Hotel

From the outside the Wolcott Hotel looks like any old, slightly seedy hotel u might spot whilst driving through Finsbury park, but 10 times taller. However when i stepped in to the entrance of this place i was overwhelmed by its intricate and fascinating interiors. I found myself paying no attention to the fact id taken someone Else's bag off the coach, but instead being transfixed by this great hoard of mirrors, antique seating and swirling staircases that surrounded me. You could tell that this hotel used to be something special when it first opened in 1904. I'm sure this hotel could definitely go back to its former glorious self with a little scrub of the mirrors a new carpet and a successfully renovatated ball room. This hotel is defiantly so uncool that its quite kitsch. Here are some snaps from our room and some of my fave bits of the hotel.

In the sky

After watching 2 1/2 films it was time to root through my virgin Atlantic bag i had earlier received from a very made up air hostess. whilst i started to unravel the gems inside this wicked bag of treats, i was listening to a play list of my own songs that would be my soundtrack to the rest of the flight (and probably the rest of the trip looking back) which pretty much consisted of 'Empire state of mind'
and any other song that coincidentally mentioned new york .
When beginning to land we were told to put everything we owned into the over head lockers. This was because ... (and this is exactly what our slightly mad Scottish head of cabin crew said )
"As we are just about to land the American government ask that you do not turn on any mobile phones until you arrive in the airport itself. We also ask that you put all personal luggage in the over head lockers as we don't want any of you setting fire to your underpants during our arrival , thank you" I don't know if this made me feel more comfortable or more scared!?

When stepping out of the plane the cold weather hit me but i still did not feel as though i was in this magical city that everyone had told me about. Were are all the sky scrapers? Wheres the big fat police men ??.

After eventually getting through customs and collecting our bags it was time to get on the coach to the hotel.

Time to pack ...

When it comes to packing i usually grab a suitcase, pack a few things and hope mum remembers all the important stuff. However I'm doing this one alone its going to be a challenge!....
firstly Im gonna have to write a list ......





After cramming thousands of jumpers into my huge suitcase and jumping on it until the zip just about reached, the news about the snow came..
"great" so within half an hour i was packed in the car and off to a travel lodge to spend the night before the flight the next day ..joy. My night in the travel lodge consisted of glamour magazine , a full bar of dairy milk, water and a new york guide book not forgetting the back to back come dine with me on channel 4. At this point i had lost the will to live and slept until the buss arived the next morning to take me to heathrow .

My idea of new york and why ...

As i have not bin lucky enough to actually go there yet, i think i have a very confused idea to what the city and the people that live and work there are Actually like!Of course i have watched millions of films and American TV shows that show people going about their lives in the city,But is it showing me an idealistic view or is it the truth ? .....
is it really as scary as home alone 2 ?

or as stressful as the devil wears prada?


is there really a Central perk coffee shop?



and finally does everyone live like the girls in sex and the city ?