Welcome to the 'other' page. This page is for anything that doesn't fit somewhere else on the website.

To start with, below are some of the more interesting replies I got to the emails I sent out on my email list whilst in Morocco for six months. You can get on my email list here.

"Some of the rough looking pictures on your website did give the impressions of a homeless over weight bum"

 

"Quality ! I see the Moroccan heat hasn't dampened your wit ! You're still a fat bu$tard though, and imagine having that daubed over your
grave stone !"

 

"The wife and I will be sure to follow yer progress online, and in the unlikely event you ever find yourself in scandaniva, you are of course welcome to stay. For a maximum of 7 days. And you must shower (whole body) daily."

 

"where are you? I lost my job, got another job, got another job, lost
that job, bought a flat, got over the greek and am now in crazy change
land."

 

"where is maritania???????????????????"

 

"sorry I seem to have missed you before you departed - I've moved
house, my departmen's been abolished, I'm trying to decide whether to try to go back to law, i have a mortgage and sortof a relationship.
Things are complex. Hope your life is full of happy sunrises"

 

"Good to hear you are still alive and not leaking!!"

 

"You insensitive bugger. How dare you send this type of material to a
desk bound wage slave marooned in his office 55 degrees north on a
winters morning. Horrid."

 

"I wonder if you are maintaining contact with the outside world.
Listened to a talk by a travel writer a while ago who said that he
always travelled alone and didn't keep in touch with anyone from the
world that he came from , otherwise he saw everything in relation to
his normal life, and not for what it was. I was delighted as many
years ago there was no email and the phone was too expensive and I
think it made the travel a lot more intense"

 

"Howdy Dazza, and Happy New Year! Where are you these days? Watched some coverage of the Paris-Dakar race yesterday, and kept a lookout for you, but you didn't seem to be there."

 

"Then get a job you lazy c**t !!!!!"

 

"Do I fancy it? Of course. Will I be able to do it (5 kids, 1
mortgage, a vindictive ex after more and more money, a (boring but)
steady job in an otherwise depressed market, 4 motor vehicles and 1
power boat to support and on and on and on)? Unlikey. I have been
thinking recently that those buddists are on to something. The prison
of possesions and all that. The 'freest' time of my life was when I
was picking fruit for a substinance wage (i.e. it all went on cheap
beer) and had no money nor ambition. But I probably wouldn't go back, and least without a fully paid up 40 ft yacht to take my free time."

 

"Excellent update! I really like your film ideas... almost felt like
reaching into my empty pocket and pulling out some sponsorship dosh! But, the thought quickly passed."

 

"ahh don't gimmie that bull. You've gone all wishy washy out there in
that thee desert. Now come on"

 

"Daz you poor bugger... back to the grim realities of life. Work,
commuting, office politics, wide boys... the list goes on and on. Bit
of a come down after a taste of real freedom. Better to never take
holidays, then you'll never regret being back at work."

 

This is indeed true my son, and I'm impressed by the wisdom that enables you to foresee this even before the big day. After the 24th you'll probably have the added knowledge of life's fragility; self preservation will ride paramount over adventure and (sensibly) you'll call the whole thing off. Then you'll buy a second hand grey Vauxhall Vectra and a terraced house in Wopping Snodbury, marry Nancy (the postman's daughter) and tend to your front lawn on a weekly basis. You'll watch soaps and have vague thoughts about ND filters and apertures. Hot milk at nine.

NONONO. This will not happen. Certainly not to a man with a hand painted (and I mean 'without the aid of a brush') bright green BanTheBomb Landy. Nor to anyone wise enough before the age of 30 to buy two TRV900s, two microphones, two tripods, two wide-angle converters and more. Why not marry my daughter? I'll bring her to the party to show you and you can take her off to the Matabeli desert and swap her for two camels and a lens hood. Deal.