So, this travelling lark is great fun and I´ve met some very interesting people along the way with a handful of irritating types thrown in for balance. Travelling alone it´s very interesting to see and experience how groups form and how you can quickly form bonds and friendship with folk that vanish as quick as they come. Bee-tsar.
I must confess I haven´t always tried as hard as I might to chinwag with other folk. However, this trip has once again proved my belief that often times it doesn´t really matter what you´re doing or where you´re doing it, it´s the people you meet and the interactions you have that make an experience.
Anyway - the point of this posting is that I have met a lot of people and when you meet these new people there is a standard list of questions that you MUST ask and answer before you can progess and have a conversation. These include:
- name
- where you´re from
- what you do when you´re where you´re from
- how long you are a) here for b) away from home for
- where you have come from
- where you will go to
Anyway - i´m tiring a little bit of my spiel and i have even got to the point where i can´t be arsed trying to say it differently to make it interesting for me. As such, I would like your help in inventing a persona that I might use when I´m bored.
If you have the time and inclination please shove your suggestions down in the comments on this posting and in a week or so I´ll create a poll (like the example in the Right Hand Column) and you the public can vote on who i become. The winner will get a southamerican themed prize.
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You should say to all and sundry:
Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father prepare to die.
Then you slay them with your mighty sword.
Well I was going to suggest that you start calling yourself Neil “Nailer” Hayes the “Hacker of Hammersmith” who is suspected of having been part of the gang that perpetrated the Great West Coast Mainline Train Robbery a few months back making off with several million pounds in loose change.
The robbery reached notoriety not only for being the first carbon neutral raid in history which saw the gang members use a herd of camels to make their get away on, but also because when he found he had left behind the cable ties with which to detain the train staff Neil “Nailer” Hayes literally nailed the train staff to pieces of First Class furniture to prevent them from escaping.
While the rest of the gang was picked up in a field in Wales as they planted saplings to off-set the CO2 emitted by the camel dung, Nailer is still at large.
Thought to be in Latin America he is being hotly pursued by Interpol so he can’t afford to stay anywhere to long, tell anyone where he’s been, or tell anyone where he’s going. Be safe and make sure you don’t get Nailed.
Anyway, that is what I was going to say until I saw this: http://londonist.com/2008/01/zombie_love.php
Instead I think you should call yourself Simon Broadwall from Little Wells in Cornwall and you are the only survivor of a genetically engineered virus that killed all your family and friends and turned them into the living dead. You barely escaped after being forced to kill everyone you’ve ever known.
Hushed up by the government you are now pursuing the scientist who released the virus on Little Well before he can do it again and for vengeance. In return you yourself are trying to escape the sinister British Government who want to experiment on you. A sort of horror genre version of Philip Marlow.
Where you’ve come from is everywhere you have already been but with tales of nearly catching the evil scientist and/or close shaves with the British.
Where you’re going? Well you’ve heard reports of him being spotted in the next place you are actually going.
And why are you immune when everyone else in your village were infected by the virus? Well I’ll leave that to you.
P.S. West Country accent necessary at all times otherwise people won’t take you seriously.
top blogging sir peel, top use of flickr.
finally, you're getting your shit together.
love and best wishes,
the tyre service
'Harro! How you go? My name is Real Hayes, I rive rocarry jus over by rake. I work as rong distance rorry driver earning money to pay for rong time rove with rovery rady. How bout you?'
Alternatively you could say you are the secret lovechild of Charles and Camilla, (your birth now having been legitimised by their subsequent marriage) and are having one last anonymous in South America (hence the crafty disguise of a beard) before you have to take up your onerous duties of second in line to the throne.
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