So three weeks ago last Monday, I decided to go back to America for three months, spontaneity is not my middle name but if it was then I would still use the spell checker for it. I arrived on the 16th and am only just relaxing with my hastily scribbled notes – that made me feel like a proper travel writer – just without the hilarious mishaps that so often happen to the modern authors. Although I did lose my pen which was at least an event.
So journeying back to see Christina, Penny, kids and menagerie of lovable pets I had ample time (29 hours) to reflect on many things, most were odd, but to my befuzzled mind (at half two in the morning) they were nevertheless important, such as who manufactures and sells traffic cones and can it really be a viable or even lucrative business?
This time though I was a more observant and realistic coach passenger (or in other words awake-ish). Rather than having my usual romantic look at my fellow travelling strangers, I noticed that one was, due to my ignorance or possibly dramatism, a prostitute (it was the stockings), a Turkish Mafia hitman and a woman who resembled Nova from Planet/Beneath the Planet of the Apes and of course I was Bond…James Bond.
Later I noticed a place called Gotham which is South of Nottingham where Wollaton Hall, (Wayne Manor) is situated. It also struck me that building sites at night, festooned with powerful lights and that fog that always seems to appear around such lighting, all have the look of a set piece Hollywood finale…I kept waiting for explosions and gun fire, of which there came none.
Amusing introspection over, I turned to more serious matters such as will there be a Ste J shaped hole left in Mansfield? I came to the boiled down conclusion that there wouldn’t be, then there would for a bit and then it would fade, except that is, apart from the memory of huge gaps on booksellers shelves.
Jogged out of this revelry (as I was) by an Indian restaurant in Leicester called Fratelli’s which just made me think of The Goonies and then I got confused, lost my pen and so here endeth my first musings on the American Journey and is also my reason for not hitting up your blogs recently, which I will do in due course when I acclimatize.