Day 1,399: A Pond of My Own
November 3, 2012 by Graham
Filed under England, Reunion, The Odyssey Expedition
Thu 01.11.12:
What matters is this, Doctor: don’t travel alone.
Since I split with the Mandster my inbox has been stuffed full of requests from hot young women from all over the world practically begging me to take them with me on my next wacky adventure.
Actually, Ha! No. Just kidding. I haven’t even been offered so much as a Nigerian banking scam.
I guess that the unlimited possibilities on offer to anyone willing to be my next assistant aren’t glamorous enough for most: sleeping in train stations, hair-raising bus rides along roads of death, African jail cells, pirate-infested waters and the like. Anyone who’s after stability, a mortgage, kids, his n’ hers bath towels all that palaver wouldn’t exactly jump at the chance to hook up with a flighty lunatic like me – and who could blame ’em? Well, it’s that or I’ve got an arse where my face should be. I would have shrugged and said fair enough and been content to roam this globe alone, a bit miserable, possibly lonely, floating off untethered, an Odysseus without his Penelope, letting the chips fall where they may.
But something that nobody (not least me) could have predicted happened in September when I was down in London for the Olympic Parade… I met a girl in an office building owned by Pink Floyd. Her name is Casey.
Landed on my feet again eh?
I wasn’t expecting that.
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A new dynamic emerges. The love between the dust
Well I’m glad you’ve found love, I on the other hand still haven’t found her.
I see a lot of similarities between you and me; long red hair, glasses, akubra(yes), dreams of travel, ridiculous range of geographical knowledge and quick wit (
). How on earth do you manage to find women who like that? O.o
1. I know Grave of the Fireflies is the saddest movie of all time. But being your stalker, that’s to be expected.
2. You must not continue this relationship. The potential for super-ginger children is too high! I imagine a bunch of offspring with their hair literally on fire, burning the world to cinders.