Yup! It's all on again!
Killing time at Changi Airport, avoiding the guy on the spanish guitar playing Kermit the frogs “Rainbows” song. Dodging Singapores answer to Simon & Garfunkle blended with Captain & Tenneal. I stumbled into “il Lido” Italian Vinoteque & tapas style restaraunt. Well, I didn't stumble as much as listen to “the calling”. Buffalo Mozzarella on the menu & something in my chemical make-up drew me there. Or was it the pretty woman waving the menu under my nose as I strolled past? We may never know. It was pretty good considering the lack of fresh basil, washed down with a glass of Montepulciano & I am so ready for Italy. I land in the Uk at 6:30am tuesday & 24 hrs later my drive to Italy departs. I haven't been able to totally avoid all known annoyances. My private little corner away from the crowds has also proved to be the perfect place for a couple of pre teen boys of Indian heritage to throw their airport friendly toy across the lounge to each other. It looks like a condom stuffed with green jelly, and being unfamiliar with the Indian caste system I cannot confirm or deny said gizmo.
Time has marched on & I have had a few ups & downs....mostly mental. Have decided a two tier attack on this whole journal bullshit & because you have received this first edition it means you have been selected through a thorough yet random, deep yet rather shallow method of selection. So welcomesw33 to the “uncut” or “ after hours” version. You may regret the ravings- IF you read them. There will be trashy, un-pc moments. I hope we're all up to it?? So for starters .... my flight from Singapore was..... unpleasant. I had a window seat & an elderly couple completed our trio of seats. They had taken the livestock theme of cattle class to heart. “ He” had the most incredibly offensive b.o. Yep, Singapore was pretty hot & May is not his normal wash month-he was waiting 'til he got back to Yorkshire to roll in some shit. But it was at about the halfway point that they went to the loo AGAIN. This time I seized the oppertunity to force red hot pokers up my nostrils & go to the loo myself. What the real effect of this was a planetary shift. “SHE” ended up sitting beside me. You know in life there are certain things that don't get talked about much once we leave the school playground? Certain views, beliefs & myths. I am about to reveal a private part of my life. I thought women & the “fish odour” thing was myth. the whole chicken/fish thing. Yeasty fungus thing. Yeah, good for a wind up With the right audience... I cannot explain with enough graphic detail the full extent of the kippery odour that hung with this soiled pensioner. Her husband, bless his smelly socks, was a far better option to her. If someone is being really annoying then you can usually say something....but “ hey lady smuggling actual crustaceans in your clam just ain't kosher” probably won't solve anything. And so I made it to Britain – the dead giveaway was the slummy, fithy shit hole toilets at the airport. That & the overweight, balding & fat x- servicemen lined up at immigration with their Asian brides. I got picked up at 7am by Richard the co-driver on rallies. Driven straight to work to look over the 1964 Ford Falcon
Anyhoo. time has marched.....6:45pm Wednesday 4th June, On the cross channel ferry -hope to get the happy one next time. I have driven the lovely merc van with $1,500,000 worth of AC Cobra in the trailer tagging along. No co-driver, just me. Good. Fortunately I brought music 'cos every bit of news on the radio results in a babble fest about 2p sausages
And now that I am on the ferry approximately 4 hours later than my booking I should be sleeping. Yet to decide when I'll stop for the night but I really want to be in Italy as soon as I can. I ache for it. I want it. oohh yeah. I am running so late because I managed to meet up with dear dear friend Anthony at Heathrow airport. I was within 2 miles & 30 minutes of where he'd be -so I really just had to make it happen. It was so worth it, I had had a rather major wobbly moment earlier in the day & was seriously doubting all the reasons to be here, away from Selene & business. Added to that was a big dip in self esteem & all because of the apparent pressure of strangers. People I'll never meet or know. I'd caused a traffic jam at the toll gate for the M6 toll road. We all took it to save time & traffic congestion. But I pulled up at the attendant-less booth that is fully automated & needs correct change... I thought no notes. I started tossing my coins in the catcher basket & it kept saying it wanted more. What the fuck!?! I thought 9quid would sort it, the picture of the truck on the price menu made me think so..... But £16.50 for van & trailer – I was short......added to that all the copper &10 & 20 p coins I'd been tossing off were pennies from fucking heaven for someone 'cos they were all rejected & filling the little slot of rejection. I was red, hot & “why won't those people stop tooting their fucking horns???” I got out of the van. Don't know why, just freaked I s'pose. An attendant came over & yelled “ 'ave you gorra cashcard?” over the top of my meekest “ I fucked up!!” Yeah I have the company credit card, & about nz$2000 in cash- not to mention my own plastic & cash. I found it & stuck it in the slot & the barrier lifted. I grabbed at the receipt & nailed the throttle! Stalled! Faaaaaaaark! What a start to my time. Such a simple senario, but I have arrived & been unsure of so much. Then this. I was low & lonely.
Not long after I'd stopped for a coffee & food a txt arrived from Anthony & I felt a spark of hope. Welkommen einer liddle spark. A few txts later & I finally had an arrival time to co-ordinate a meet at Heathrow terminal 3. Now I was on a mission. My mission statement. “ I'm on a mission” Ahh! Now thats what I had been needing. I guided the rig into T3 carpark through to the extra height area with 400mm to spare. Then got the van & trailer jammed as I tried to manouvre through the barrier. Another traffic jam & chorus of horns....I didn't care. They could all go blow my horn. No one was forthcoming so I just tooted back. Backed back & forth a few times, bumped up the kerb & wriggled through the gap...only a little bit of yellow paint on the corners of the van. As I waited I sorted my luggage for the weeks running in & out of hotels & went through to departures. About 20 mins ticked by before Ant appeared & was really quite elated to see him – this caught me by suprise. Seeing him & the need to see him. I had been quite blasé about it till the M6 tollgate. For whom the toll bells eh? I helped him check in & re-pack his over weight luggage, said our goodbyes & I drove out ( un-hindered ). Now I was switched back on. Brain working, auto-pilot on the motorway functioning as usual, the van became a whole lot easier to drive as I caressed the steering wheel to guide it down the road instead of fighting with its vagueness to get it to do what I said. The trip to Dover ripped by with speed- except when the traffic stopped us. Like 2 miles out of Dover with bumper to bumper lorries.
Once in the qeue I could reflect a bit on the day, the journey in all its forms & the pikey (gypsy type character) that was walking up & down the rows of vehicles spitting. Must've been a lawn sprinkler in a previouse life. Man, he had active saliva.
And to sleep I go – struggling to keep eyes open.
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