Living under a bridge

So there I was, thinking that I might never post anything on this blog again, when my good mate Cobus chucked in his job and went to live under a bridge. That made me think about life and what it is all about. So I put together a little piece and sent it to all my friends, including Cobus, although I don't know if he is still getting email because he lives under a bridge.


This is what I said:

I have a dream (one of my friends has a penchant for bursting into song without being provoked - you can imagine how worried I was at this point). I am going to move Spain for a year to learn how to climb. You are welcome to come along if you are a girl. If you are a guy, just be aware that you aren’t sleeping in my tent. So you are also welcome, but with conditions. Out of 365 days I am going to take 3 rest days. Once I have done that I shall be able to scoot up the twin tufas on Humildes like Chris except I won’t even need to breathe and I am better looking. Those of you who don’t come along have to pay for the trip as your forfeit. I know it doesn’t seem fair right now, but eventually you will realise it is only right and just.