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[i]Grauniad[/i] review of the troubled poet's memoir.
[i][url= http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010/jan/02/waking-up-in-toytown-burnside ]One day, late in the book, he finds himself travelling in Norway, far inside the Arctic circle. Arriving early at the small local airport, he sits and gazes out at the whiteness of the airfield. "I sat a long time, that day, waiting for my flight – and some of me is sitting there still."[/url][/i]
I'm still sitting like that, in various locations across the Earth. But mainly I'm just above Ebbor Gorge, on Mendip.
Where are you parked, er, psycho-geographically?
In St Kilda Botanic Garden, Melbourne watching and listening to white cockatoos and galahs.
cru bar Brisbane, looking at a woman
Phantom Ranch, Grand Canyon, Arizona. Halloween five years ago, eleven inches of snow at the top couple of days before we arrived, first mile of the trail was sheet ice. We bought disposable walking cleat/crampon things - someone else was walking down in flip-flops.
Errr... Karajini Gorges Western Australia.
Unless i'm people watching then Monte Carlo.
sat too close on a bench outside a pub in Ambleside
Normally anywhere on the last decent ride I had. The next day in the office I get flashbacks and little reveries of good views or nice little jumps I pulled off. Currently a part of me is stuck on the Lustleigh Cleave route we did yesterday.
Sorry, I'm just not a poetic soul; Does he mean his arse froze to the runway?
[i]Normally anywhere on the last decent ride I had.[/i]
Indeed. I spend quite a lot of time on trails... even when I'm not physically there. 😀
[i]Does he mean his arse froze to the runway?[/i]
Take only pictures - leave only your, er...
I'm all over the place.
At a pavement table outsde the Royal Tour Resturant, Paris.