Alas, Forest Gump has made a premature return. Last week, I decided that after attending a birthday party in Oxford on Saturday night, I would walk to Exeter. The feelings of being mildly retarded returned. I wondered what the hell was going on in my head, but decided to go with my gut. On Sunday, with a filthy hangover (the party was great), I was concerned for my sanity. On Monday - I stopped for cup of tea in the pub where a walk around five years ago, from the source of Thames to Oxford, had been aborted. My thinking has since moved on. Surely, it is much more interesting to walk to the source, rather than away from it? Also, in my future life I have no intention of leaving significant tasks undone. But, I realised that, in fact, I was going to walk to the source of the Thames, not to Exeter. For a number of reasons that event would mark the final end of my journey. I intend to arrive there around between 3-4pm on Wed 4th December. After, reaching the source, I never intend to walk a significant distance again, on multiple consequtive days. I will be happy walking 5-10 km per day, then occasionally, perhaps, going for longer walks. For those who thought I was joking in earlier posts. I rarely joke. Once this trip finally, really, ends I will only use Facebook to discuss matters relating to the movie. Then I will start a new Facebook page for the as yet unnamed Summer 2014 trip down the Danube in an Inflatable kayak, in an effort to raise awareness and commercial sponsorship. Plus to recruit potential male or female crewmates. With the arrival at the source, I will put behind me my extreme irritation with annoying,controlling, delusional, spoilt, infallible ladies. I have plenty of sweet, nice, kind, interesting mildly irritating ladies that I would prefer to spend my time with, and my care, love and attention upon (I find everyone men, women, children, and dogs mildly irritating most of the time - god knows what they think about me). I do not voluntarily have any dealings with equivalently behaved men, why this long term weakness for horrid women? This ends with them being completely ignored, and never discussed again. Upon arrival at the source, I will walk away, and head into a very strange new life. The current intention is to have many jobs, part time journalist, screenwriter, and movie producer. While also talking on the roles of mendicant priest/therapist (the religions key tennets are avoidance of excessive consumerism and franchised fast food. This is combined with the theraputic use of the intellectual or physical smacked bottom. It also suggests getting extremely drunk once per month, and the excellent all round benefits of dog ownership and exercise. I am clearly a bit bonkers. But at the same time I believe I can do what I really want. I have already been able to do that. I intend to continue. Scary, huh?
Posted on: Mon, 02 Dec 2013 20:08:27 +0000
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