The ball is well and truly rolling with my hitchhike to India plan. I have decided it’s about time I stop being so damn selfish and raise some money for Macmillan Cancer Support. In the twilight years of my parents, I don’t know what we would have done without them. It’s time I gave a little something back.
I’ve popped down the shops and managed to track down a permanent hitchhike board to replace my cardboard one. It’s a large but thin artists canvas, which I will adorn with my website details, a massive ‘INDIA’ font, and the Macmillan logo. I’m going to get a T-shirt printed up with the route details similar to a band tour on the back. Hopefully I can get hold of a flag to stick in my back pack too. I’m going to look a right plank, but it’s all for charidy, guys, charidy.
As you might expect I’ve done very little else today save some sabre rattling regarding my general intentions. I’ve ordered a GPS Spot2 tracker so people can find me at all times. This neat little device can pinpoint my exact whereabouts, and you can even follow it on google maps in real time should you be so inclined. Not so good it I go into a brothel. Not that I would of course.
No seriously I wouldn’t.
The real wonder is if I press the little red SOS button, a team of specialists would converge on that location. All very James Bond. My only concern is pressing it if I shit myself on a night on the sauce.
Cooking on gas
The ball is well and truly rolling with my hitchhike to India plan. I have decided it’s about time I stop being so damn selfish and raise some money for Macmillan Cancer Support. In the twilight years of my parents, I don’t know what we would have done without them. It’s time I gave a little something back.
I’ve popped down the shops and managed to track down a permanent hitchhike board to replace my cardboard one. It’s a large but thin artists canvas, which I will adorn with my website details, a massive ‘INDIA’ font, and the Macmillan logo. I’m going to get a T-shirt printed up with the route details similar to a band tour on the back. Hopefully I can get hold of a flag to stick in my back pack too. I’m going to look a right plank, but it’s all for charidy, guys, charidy.
As you might expect I’ve done very little else today save some sabre rattling regarding my general intentions. I’ve ordered a GPS Spot2 tracker so people can find me at all times. This neat little device can pinpoint my exact whereabouts, and you can even follow it on google maps in real time should you be so inclined. Not so good it I go into a brothel. Not that I would of course.
No seriously I wouldn’t.
The real wonder is if I press the little red SOS button, a team of specialists would converge on that location. All very James Bond. My only concern is pressing it if I shit myself on a night on the sauce.