Passing six roller bladers with ski sticks pumping their way along the gloomy two mile long tunnel, no lights, take their lives in their hands. Practice for winter.
Plump fox crosses the single lane road further on. Not the scrawny London foxes but more like a toy fox with fat furry arms, I hoot at him, he looks back, almost smiling at me.… More...
is getting easier; less food, no water – I am wearing a lot of the clothes I packed… Beyond the thermal underwear, my legs have uniqulo long johns,jeans, thick winter padded overtrousers, three pairs of thin socks and my old lace up timberland boots.… More...
coming here. I am now well over the Arctic circle. It’s actually warmer than 400 miles south, where I started this morning. Passing small curtains of rain hanging over a field in mid air, twenty or thirty feet above ground… I nearly hit a group of reindeer ambling out onto the road, the road still wet.… More...
is the reason he keeps on touring because he himself does not believe in his ability as a performer/poet/comedy actor/dj/painter/writer/movie actor/prophet he keeps touring? He never quite measures up to himself, yet he is brilliant and erratic, flawed and keeps us all delighted the rest who don’t appreciate him, clearly identified.… More...
Germans pay for it. Either by tip, expect to pay one euro. I didn’t have change, two euro. Sweden has clean, free lavatories with auto sensor to switch on light hot water and paper, hot air dryers. I blocked a German toilet, the old lady in her white overalls dozing as I went in had gone for a break.… More...
16:45 pull over, in a forest 20 miles north of Mora. Approximately 1300 miles since London.
I was kidding myself. I have another half of Sweden or Norway to cover before turning round. The night spent by stream and graveyard was very cold, I woke up several times.… More...
See no evil / Television follows an outtake of Nowadays a Woman’s Got To Hit a Man / Captain Beefheart turned up loud at 5.30. Outside the tent door, spilt macaroni cheese, scooped that up. I was hungry last night, barely able to stand after ten hours and six hundred miles from Hook of Holland, this included a solid hours u turns amid terraformed wilderness of the obedient rows of Dutch homes.… More...
I am off in a few days on a trip that will take me up to and possibly beyond the Arctic circle. I want to get there in 10 days before the summer solstice, lets just see. The bike I will be riding on is a 1995 R1100RS; I have owned this one for the last ten years after the previous R1100RS slammed into a lorry in the City of London.… More...
