So as someone famously once said, appropriately enough given my circumstances, "I may be away for some time." But hopefully just a couple of weeks rather than a lifetime.
I am off to the Arctic Circle to share a tent with that crazy maniac of a boy - my son. We will be dumped in the middle of nowhere by a helicopter which, with a bit of luck, will return five days later to take what’s left of me back to Kiruna.
The idea in the intervening period is that Bob will have taught me how to survive in the wild and to fish. Hopefully I might even have caught a couple of brown trout though with my luck I doubt it. More likely the only thing that will be bitten at the end of my rod is yours truly by swarms of mozzies although I have stocked up big time with Avon Skin So Soft and a dozen Montecristo No. 4’s for good measure. Sorry. That sounds a bit flash. I wouldn’t have bought them if I had known what was going to happen to my Porsche this week. It has blown up big time and I don’t even want to say how much the garage bill is. I was so shocked that I took the opportunity of a meeting with my Japanese boss to ask him for a pay-rise. I kid you not. That got predictably short-shrift treatment. His response was pretty blunt. “Go and buy a Toyota.”
Oh well. Easy come easy go. I’m out of here and forget reading research on the train home this evening at least. I’ll be learning the words of a famous Swedish drinking song “Heylan Gor”. Have a good one.
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