Last night EINY’s three substitute bloggers braved the Brooklyn night to meet up. The topics under discussion were varied and ranged from employment to enjoyment, from striking to striking out (or not) with women, from Granada to south New Jersey. For a while though, the conversation focussed on EINY himself and how he manages to write so many posts on his blog, all the time. He’s certainly got a lot of opinions but it is a mystery to us where he gets them from, and he meets a lot of interesting people, but it’s another mystery how he meets them.

Later in the night, after some hearty Mexican fare and several ginger ales, we discovered a possible answer to this puzzle. We were chatting away about our families when a woman at the bar, who had been eavesdropping, decided to chip in with her own, not entirely relevant, tuppence worth. In the next ten minutes we learned that she was of Greek extraction; was from Texas; had a mother who suffered from a mental disorder; had a father with a martyr complex; hated Houston, TX; thought our generation were too willing to give when the going got tough; had been in New York for six months, but was leaving because she hated it (NY, apparently, is like a Greek god: you didn’t have to like it but you had to respect it); thought the MTA strikers were evil, evil-doers; and that when she googled herself she came up with only one entry.

Perhaps, we idly wondered, she was coming on to us (we are handsome fellows after all). That illusion was shattered when her date arrived and the deluge ended (or, one presumes, diverted to a new channel). I’m from Yorkshire, so I find this sort of indiscriminate chatting that Americans seem to enjoy both unsavoury and unsettling, but Yorkshire folk are not especially adverse to sharing their opinions with people, and perhaps that explains EINY’s prolific blogging: he’s a Yorkshireman gone native.

from l to r: bald/glasses, bald/no glasses, hair/glasses