Having a lot of time on your hands while you plan your next move/world domination can have an interesting effect on oneself. You can either use this period for personal development; learning new things, getting fit, contemplating your navel. Or you can sit about on your arse playing online chess, watching back to back episodes of Breaking Bad and eating a raw broccoli and a packet of “Active” corn snack rice crackers a day. The irony isn’t lost on me. I had reached a state of inertia.
Since the shit has hit the fan, there have been various consequences, none of which I am able to divulge. I have therefore spent the last week or so still in Zadar, biding my time, while I await a multitude of news and/or care packages with which I can finally be on my merry way with. Once again all will be revealed in due course. He who laughs last…blah, blah…etcetera, etcetera.
There are plenty of positives dearest readers. I have all but given up hard-core drinking and smoking. I managed maybe three weeks without a cigarette, but then caved in after some stressful women stuff. You know – the usual. However, in a month or so, I’ve had less than forty smokes. That isn’t bad at all. Nor have I been drunk. I had one small night out, bought a goon box of wine with some friendly Croatians at 5 am in the morning, and managed half a cup before going home. It’s still sitting on my windowsill, and not a drop further has been supped. I am a shadow of my former self, and on this occasion, it’s a very good thing. In spite of being recently informed that part of my charm was my alcoholism.
So maybe my adventures will start to take a turn for the mundane if I’m unable to include booze fueled shenanigans and debauchery? Am I to become chaste? You can have fun without alcohol right…? Time will tell, but I do know one thing; my dreams are insane. I mean INSANE. Like trying to find Spiderman while piloting a bright orange, mountain rescue rebel snow speeder, with a cat on my head while a girl screams “WHERE’S THE BUTTER?” Perhaps I’ll start writing entries about my unconsciousness if I can’t get into any hedonistic trouble. Give up smoking people – you get free David Lynch cinema every night.
Aside from all this, I had a lovely ten days revisiting Bosnia with my future ex girlfriend, scored a cracking little action camcorder for 56 quid on eBay, made inquiries about a Bulgarian country house with a swimming pool, read a shit load of books, and got a hair cut. Oh and speaking of books, I’ve finally decided to begin the initial beginning stages of beginning the beginning of my novels beginning. I’ve had a solid idea for a while now, so it’s time I started writing. And by writing I mean basically watching loads of films set in the late 18th and early 19th century. Similar to the time I watched that stonewall classic, Dante’s Peak, in order to prepare for a geography exam on volcanoes. I got an ‘A’. Cheers Brosnan.
And so going forward my cheeky chums, I have decided to pay a visit to Italy. I did one of those “my-back-pack-is-bigger-than-yours-and-I’ve-been-to-more-countries-than-you” travelers ego maps that rubs it into EVERYONE ELSE’s face where you’ve been in the world. I stopped short of posting considering how pointless it was. However there was a great big blank space slap bang in the centre, in the shape of Italy’s boot. Since Venice is less than four hours away and I found a ride share for 18 sheets, it would be rude not to tick it off. While I’m at it, I’ll attempt a shoe-string, whistle-stop tour to Florence and Rome too. Buy my Italian flag sticker for the guitar, weep openly in the back of a gondola by myself, and then make haste to Turkey, with plans to finally leave Europe behind.
I’ve waffled on long enough. It’s nearly time to get back on the road again, and hopefully my next update will be somewhat more entertaining. The hitch will continue East, to central Asia and beyond. I’ve been giving serious thought to dipping my toe into the acting world again, and I hear they’re holding open auditions for Jihad videos. It’s a good job I’ve given up the booze; as from here I’ll need to keep a good head on my shoulders.
Procrastinating.
Having a lot of time on your hands while you plan your next move/world domination can have an interesting effect on oneself. You can either use this period for personal development; learning new things, getting fit, contemplating your navel. Or you can sit about on your arse playing online chess, watching back to back episodes of Breaking Bad and eating a raw broccoli and a packet of “Active” corn snack rice crackers a day. The irony isn’t lost on me. I had reached a state of inertia.
Since the shit has hit the fan, there have been various consequences, none of which I am able to divulge. I have therefore spent the last week or so still in Zadar, biding my time, while I await a multitude of news and/or care packages with which I can finally be on my merry way with. Once again all will be revealed in due course. He who laughs last…blah, blah…etcetera, etcetera.
There are plenty of positives dearest readers. I have all but given up hard-core drinking and smoking. I managed maybe three weeks without a cigarette, but then caved in after some stressful women stuff. You know – the usual. However, in a month or so, I’ve had less than forty smokes. That isn’t bad at all. Nor have I been drunk. I had one small night out, bought a goon box of wine with some friendly Croatians at 5 am in the morning, and managed half a cup before going home. It’s still sitting on my windowsill, and not a drop further has been supped. I am a shadow of my former self, and on this occasion, it’s a very good thing. In spite of being recently informed that part of my charm was my alcoholism.
So maybe my adventures will start to take a turn for the mundane if I’m unable to include booze fueled shenanigans and debauchery? Am I to become chaste? You can have fun without alcohol right…? Time will tell, but I do know one thing; my dreams are insane. I mean INSANE. Like trying to find Spiderman while piloting a bright orange, mountain rescue rebel snow speeder, with a cat on my head while a girl screams “WHERE’S THE BUTTER?” Perhaps I’ll start writing entries about my unconsciousness if I can’t get into any hedonistic trouble. Give up smoking people – you get free David Lynch cinema every night.
Aside from all this, I had a lovely ten days revisiting Bosnia with my future ex girlfriend, scored a cracking little action camcorder for 56 quid on eBay, made inquiries about a Bulgarian country house with a swimming pool, read a shit load of books, and got a hair cut. Oh and speaking of books, I’ve finally decided to begin the initial beginning stages of beginning the beginning of my novels beginning. I’ve had a solid idea for a while now, so it’s time I started writing. And by writing I mean basically watching loads of films set in the late 18th and early 19th century. Similar to the time I watched that stonewall classic, Dante’s Peak, in order to prepare for a geography exam on volcanoes. I got an ‘A’. Cheers Brosnan.
And so going forward my cheeky chums, I have decided to pay a visit to Italy. I did one of those “my-back-pack-is-bigger-than-yours-and-I’ve-been-to-more-countries-than-you” travelers ego maps that rubs it into EVERYONE ELSE’s face where you’ve been in the world. I stopped short of posting considering how pointless it was. However there was a great big blank space slap bang in the centre, in the shape of Italy’s boot. Since Venice is less than four hours away and I found a ride share for 18 sheets, it would be rude not to tick it off. While I’m at it, I’ll attempt a shoe-string, whistle-stop tour to Florence and Rome too. Buy my Italian flag sticker for the guitar, weep openly in the back of a gondola by myself, and then make haste to Turkey, with plans to finally leave Europe behind.
I’ve waffled on long enough. It’s nearly time to get back on the road again, and hopefully my next update will be somewhat more entertaining. The hitch will continue East, to central Asia and beyond. I’ve been giving serious thought to dipping my toe into the acting world again, and I hear they’re holding open auditions for Jihad videos. It’s a good job I’ve given up the booze; as from here I’ll need to keep a good head on my shoulders.