





Then today we filmed some sequences in the subway & met the
godfather of ping pong in New York, Marty Reisman. The guys a living
legend and we got to play him in the basement of a ritzy hotel. A nice
cover for his underground club. We were told to take the elevator to
the basement, take a left along the hallway and hollar. So we put
several hours in there and just finished some dinner at 1am...
Wally Green is taking us down to Harlem tomorrow... Can't wait ;P
We settled into our apartment in lower Manhattan, and freshened up
before getting our first pepperoni slice of the trip. Then it was
goodtimes when the rest of the crew, Rummy, Hollywood, Dunks & Big Top
rolled up that night in big van. So offcourse it was slices all round
and down to an irish pub to compare storys and a few pints. Then out
of the dark at about 1am in walks a client and good friend of
Bluefish, George S. Completly random, I'd had a meeting with him a
week prior and neither of us had mentioned our trips. So of all the
bars in all the world, a small dusty old Irish pub in NYC turned into
a melting pot of more stories and ideas into the wee hours.
It feels almost surreal that were here now exploring the frosty
streets... Today was our first day of shooting, time lapses in Times
Square, steam out of the subway and all the boys rolling downtown. A
quiet dinner at Alonso's Steakhouse tonight before we head out to Long
Island tomorrow to meet the worlds greatest Ping Pong historian, Tim
Boggan...
;Puerto (NYC)

We had our good friend, Tim Minters 21st on Saturday past... An amazing day spent sailing on wooden yachts to a secluded beach where 50 lads & lasses danced, drank & ate ham off the bone with wild goannas. As light rain sprinkled in & rainbows bowed, we drifted back to his house for more devilish delights into the evening. Thanks again to the Minters... ;P