A Moving Story

Remember these magical days.

Remember reading these exotic tales of banality every day on the net, wondering whether Wales most notorious travelling turkey is gonna get his arse in gear and head off again.

Because you'll be able to say, I was there, when this malformed collection of guff becomes a best selling book for the world to read.

Yep, I am taking deluded advice and seeing what sort of book can be created from this carcass of travelling life.

I checked out several other similar travelling yarns, which have somehow been published, and I don't think I'm being too kind when I say they read like utter shit.

Mine therefore should fit into the genre perfectly.

Nothing to lose really with it all mostly written, and with a whole lot more to come from the next stage of my adventure, there will be tons of material to unleash on the world.

This time next year, you could be walking in 'The Works,' and there before you in between 'Fishing with Keith Barron,' and 'Cooking with Monks,' will be, "Moving Story- An Abnormal Account of Travel."

If I can get a foreword by Windsor Davies then the road to success would be all but guaranteed,

'A Lovely book, by a lovely boy.'

There we are then. You saw it here first. This time next year I could be book signing in the Walsall branch of John Menzies.

And there's me always wanting to be a big rockstar, living in a hilltop house and driving fifteen cars.

Oh well.

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Canada soon then (sort of). I have been doing a bit of research this time, as I learnt from my previous travelling, that a little knowledge can go a long way. When I am conversing at a bar or by the pool, I can share my accumulated wisdom.

The name 'Canada' for example, comes from the Huron and Iroquois word "Kanata," which means "village." A perfect name for the world's second largest country.

It is home to the planet's largest Bison herd, and well known for its beaver.

The national anthem is called "O Canada," which sounds like someone is trying to get their attention to me.

They also have Aboriginal people, which I didn't know.

Every Canadian I met travelling had their flag sown on their backpack. This is because they hate being mistaken for Americans. Who wouldn't? This can be illustrated by this collection of famous Canadians, who most assume are Yanks. These include Dan Ackroyd, Pamela Anderson, Willliam Shatner, and of course Alexander Graham Bell.

And did you know the harmonica is the world's best-selling musical instrument. Irrelevant but true.

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On that musical note, I will leave you to it. Don't forget to click on an advert. Most of them are more entertaining than this dirge. A recent one was for bodyguards. Could just get one for a laugh. Come in handy on the weekly shop to Morrisons.

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I have added a lot of photos to previous entries that didn't have them. What better way to read over the blog again and peruse the pics. Make the most of it before it becomes one of Richard and Judy's least favourite reads.

And as an added bonus this week for all my regular readers I will share an exclusive tip on the Grand National from my number one mysterious tipster, known only as Frank Butcher.

The nag to put all your money on is relevantly known as "Simon."

Get all your bucks on the beast.

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Oh, and before I go, if you want an email to tell you when the blog has been updated then just type your email address in the box that has magically appeared below each tale. Cosmic.