Alive

I am, contrary to the indications of my abandoned blog, still alive. Perhaps I'll spin the tales some day. Perhaps not.

I'm back in the UK, via Canada, Iceland, Russia (for the 12 hours they took to throw me back out), Turkey and Greece. I plan to escape once more to the Americas, as soon as I can sell enough telephones to finance the journey.

Chappers is alive and well. He's married, and trying to acquire a divorce, from a German-Turkish tattoo artist from Izmir called Greta. He intends to join me, eventually. It depends on how much of his (rapidly decreasing) fortune he loses in separating from his wife, and whether he can come direct or needs to fold sushi for pocket change first...

More later.