Messner On Tour
So it was, back to my old stomping ground, the streets of London - which are apparently paved with gold, you just can't see it under all the tramps! I only jest, it was nice to be back and see all my old muckers. After 5 days on Ben's floor though an incident including a workmans jacket, large quantities of lather and my inability to speak told me it was time to go home to Chorley. I thought I'd go home and surprise my family by turning up at the door. They were indeed susrprised and actually quite annoyed as they knew I had been back in the country for over a week but I'd failed to contact them. They had contacted Interpol, Poirot, Frost and Quincy all to track me down. Poirot however had to wax his moustache, Frost had to explain to all he wasn't typecast as Del Boy forever and Quincy had an appointment stroking a young girls leg on a yacht..... My dad didn't have his readers on when he accessed the yellow pages for interpol, so a dozen roses turned up from interflora (where's a snare drum when you need one?). So it was with mixed feelings I was received back home! I idled away a few weeks by walking in the Lakes with my other Himalayan companion Phil and playing lots of snooker, drinking cheap beer in the local Pheonix club and living the honky tonk club scene in Manchester with Rob. After finally getting tired of my dad waking me up every morning to ask whether I was in for my tea or not (and then get angry when I pointed out it was 8 hours away and I didn't know!) - I decided it was time to get a grip on life. What better way to do that then avoid getting a job back in London and go and do a lap of honour? So that's what I did. I got a visa, booked a flight, had another leaving do, closed my ears to peoples derisory comments about me being a general layabout and marauded to New Zealand!!! So after thinking this would be my last postcard - there is plenty more to come. This website did cost me 20 squid after all - so maraudez vous!