Marie Phillips

Author of the novel Gods Behaving Badly, soon to be a film starring Christopher Walken and Sharon Stone. Writer, with Robert Hudson, of BBC Radio 4 series Warhorses of Letters, starring Stephen Fry and Daniel Rigby. Co-host of the Firestation Book Swap in Windsor. Writer in residence at Ackland Burghley school, London.
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The New York subway. Beautiful, isn’t it? Every time I come to New York I end up spending half my time lost, confused or in some other way screwing up on the subway. It gives me some sympathy for those American tourists who come to London and ask for “Ly-sess-ter Square.” Yesterday I was an epic 50 minutes late to meet someone due to my interchange station being called two completely different things depending on what line you’re on. I was in deepest Queens before I realised. As chance had it, we were heading to Queens eventually anyway, but we took the ferry from Williamsburg instead, admiring the view of Manhattan on the way. Our ultimate destination was a dumpster pool party in Long Island City. Dumpster pool, I hear you ask? Why yes: swimming pools made out of dumpsters (skips, if you’re a Brit.) They’d been erected in a yard outside a disused bank (which served as the bar). We changed into our cossies in striped beach tents then jumped into the neck-deep cool water, dancing to 80s electro and 90s hip hop and playing games of inflatable beach ball volleyball with the extraordinarily cute guys in the next skip (that’s not something you hear every day.)

The New York subway. Beautiful, isn’t it? Every time I come to New York I end up spending half my time lost, confused or in some other way screwing up on the subway. It gives me some sympathy for those American tourists who come to London and ask for “Ly-sess-ter Square.” Yesterday I was an epic 50 minutes late to meet someone due to my interchange station being called two completely different things depending on what line you’re on. I was in deepest Queens before I realised.

As chance had it, we were heading to Queens eventually anyway, but we took the ferry from Williamsburg instead, admiring the view of Manhattan on the way. Our ultimate destination was a dumpster pool party in Long Island City. Dumpster pool, I hear you ask? Why yes: swimming pools made out of dumpsters (skips, if you’re a Brit.) They’d been erected in a yard outside a disused bank (which served as the bar). We changed into our cossies in striped beach tents then jumped into the neck-deep cool water, dancing to 80s electro and 90s hip hop and playing games of inflatable beach ball volleyball with the extraordinarily cute guys in the next skip (that’s not something you hear every day.)

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