Let’s have a drink because...
We exist in a society where there is a plausible excuse to have a drink for just about every given occasion. And, even then if we can’t think of an excuse, the mentality in the UK is to say “fuck it, we only live once” make mine a...(fill in the blank)
Look, there is nothing like an armchair critic. Some fat fuck sipping a pint, eating a pasty and telling anyone who will listen how he would have scored that free kick, landed the knockout blow or potted the black for a 147 finish. We all know an armchair critic and I’m sure we’ve all been one at some stage of out life.
Do I or don’t I? That is the question I’ve pondered for the last week or so. The reality is I’m an all or nothing kinda guy and honesty (and bluntness) runs through my veins. The long and short of it is, I got robbed just over a week ago and also fell foul to the corrupt Indian police. The less said about them the better at this stage.
I’d grafted for 14 hours to get to my destination for the day. I’d had a nightmare week, like you wouldn’t believe and I was seriously considering my options. I arrived late, but thankfully the hotel had a rather nice restaurant and bar. “Go on old boy you deserve it” I said to myself, so without hesitation, I called; “namaskha bhai; Kingfisher kitna rupee?” In my strange Hindlish accent.
I recently posted my Top 5 book recommendations, which prompted a lot of emails from people suggesting books I might like to read and people who I might like to follow (always very much appreciated). But, by far the most popular question asked was, what I personally took from each of the books I recommended?
I’ve been fortunate to have travelled all over the world and had the good fortune to have met some amazing people. People who I suspected might resent Westerners for one reason or another. Cambodia and Vietnam for example. People’s whose lives have been torn apart by war and conflict at the hands of the West, well, America to be fair.
A while ago I wrote a post with the headline reading - Create Your Own Adventure, Srinagar to Kanyakumari is cancelled. It wasn't click bait, far from it. It was the truth. Terrorists had planted a suicide bomber amongst a convoy of police transportation along the Srinagar highway which killed forty people.
ake away the modern scooters and Vodaphone advertising that saturates the landscape of India and certain parts of Delhi could easily be mistaken for something out the 1950s. So I took it upon myself to take you back in time with a selection of black and white images taken within the first 24 hours of arriving in India.
You have just been let go from your job, your girlfriend has dumped you, or maybe you’ve just found out that the average penis length isn’t 3.5 inches. We all go through rough patches and sometimes the last thing we want is advice. Especially the type that is of no use to us whatsoever. You know the type...