The Bay of Pigs

I wanted to leave a small interval between my experience of San Francisco and my telling of it. I’m not at my best when I’m pissed off and an email written soon after leaving there would have been a long, incoherent rant of rage. It probably still will be but at least now that I […]

It’s, like, the West Coast, Dude!

Quick note: I should have mentioned in the last email that after Chicago Tim went east and I went west. It was just a matter of personal preference and neither of us are fans of compromise, which in this case would have just seen us hanging around the middle of the country.

I stayed at […]

The Rockies Are Where Real Men Rough It

Quick note: My hands are very sore and not used to typing anymore. This is a very long email so I hope you appreciate my suffering to bring it to you. I suggest that you make yourself a beverage and a small snack before reading it although you should be warned that there is a […]

Funky By Name, Not By Nature

Quick note: this email has been sitting in my pad for over two weeks. For a country that was instrumental in the formation of the internet it hasn’t got very good access to it. I shall type till my hands become crippled with RSI.

The trip was going swimmingly at this point. It was a […]

What On Earth Are You Doing Out Here?

I left you on the rolling plains of middle America, driving quite fast. As the lights dim and the opening credits end you can see the two protagonists in a car listening to conservative idiots on the radio and staring at the straight road ahead, now oblivious to the never-ending fields. I started to feel […]

A Hazy Shade of Summer

New York left a good impression despite its many flaws. The pollution, garbage and associated smells don’t detract from the energy of the place and the genuine love the natives have for it. From the outside it feels very parochial but wrapped within its very warm confines it feels like being part of a community. […]

Full Moon, Hot Sun

I have a small confession to make. I never did travel around Europe. I was squatting in a basement in Peckham, underneath a Reggae shop. I survived by luring pigeons towards me with an old packet of chips and eating them raw. My only excursions were to the internet cafe where I made up emails […]