OK, so I hit 50 this year and thought it was about time to try and stop dreaming about these things and actually get out there and put one of my many plans into action.
A few friends and I even composed a ‘poem’ – when we decided to form a band and write some songs, inspired maybe by the likes of John Cooper Clarke and the punk poets. (the career of MT Vassals burned brightly but we split – citing artistic differences and lack of talent – after one heady afternoon!)
That poem has always stuck in my head:
Walking all the way to Ulaanbator my body sweats and my feet are sore my sexual organs touch the floor looking for a cheap Mongolian whore
My sexual organs certainly don’t touch the floor, unless I’ve slipped in the bathroom and I’ve heard that the whores aren’t that cheap anymore – so, what am I looking for? – Adventure? Isolation? A journey of personal discovery? Escape? Inner peace? – all of these and more. Do I expect to return a changed man? – Not in any radical sense, but I am sure I will change – I fear that it may only fuel a desire to travel even more – not that there’s anything wrong with that!
I suppose these two might have had something to do with it as well!