I walked into New York City, found a lavatory somewhere in the Lower East Side, put the TV pages of the Express over the seat, sat down and bolted the door. For the next hour or two i could hear her yelling at me through the wall, but eventually the yelling stopped, I presumed she'd gone, but I stayed in there anyway, just in case. It was eleven in the morning when I bolted the door, and three in the afternoon when I came out. I did';t resent the time It was that sort of holiday.