We are not alone

30 October 2006

Juliana, the day we met, in 1988, yesterday.The prospect of taking the journey from Staples to Naples alone was a pretty scary prospect, not least because when I sing, I hurt my throat, so imagine what five days with nothing but a loud stereo would do.

Fortunately I've managed to rope in a co-driver, ready to accompany me and assist the entertainment.

Quite literally my oldest friend, I'm pleased to introduce Juliana Anderiesz. She's been forced agreed to join me on my jaunt, bringing along her many skills: Drinking too much… being too loud… scaring children… the normal kind of stuff.

Apart from the fact she's a chick, and therefore will look good in racing overalls, she's also less sane than me, so I'll come home feeling quite normal after the 2,500 mile journey.

Welcome aboard, Jules ;-)

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Actually it was the prospect of driving through the French/Italian countryside with lots of small cute fluffy animals wandering around from which I could fashion a rather fetching new coat that appealed most!

On 14 February 2007 at 08:54

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