My friend Miriam lives in Manhattan so whenever I visit New York I always try to see her. Miriam used to live in London (that’s where I met her) she’s a writer and an ex-journalist and she encouraged me to write my first novel Purple. After a quick change I take a shortcut through Grand Central Station (one of my favourite buildings) to meet her for pizza. Seems like everyone in Manhattan is short of time. A New York minute is an instant. Or as Johnny Carson once said, it’s the interval between a Manhattan traffic light turning green and the guy behind you honking his horn.