QUIRK

QUIRK

 

Join my merry band of travellers on their journey through English towns and cities.                                      

We see all there is to see, from inner city deprivation where undernourished people do all manner of things to rich fat cat mansions in exclusive beach resorts where anything goes.                               

What’s my favourite location? By the sea in a holiday resort with a nice southern lady or chilling out with my mates in the back of a VW van smoking weed? Maybe it’s high on a mountain,                       

being inspired by nature and writing a poem.

 

To the pubs we go, twenty of us taking it over by our politeness. Interacting with the locals and chatting away like long lost brothers, an exchange of stories and culture. We show them we’re not a threat, even when we’re drunk, you see we take each day as it comes and make friends when we can. Enjoying the simple things and remembering the night before, as we raise a toast to our lost brethren who died in car crashes or of old age.

Not one bad thing happened to us in twenty years of travelling to four hundred different places.     

We met women who gave us children; some of us dropped out and took up regular jobs, only to return when they became restless. The open road and transit vans are our life, ending, briefly,     at unknown locations for a few days. We have a fair ground that we set up and make some cash. It rewards our hard but content life. Some of our men are real toughs; they save this for the boxing ring and take bets. Heady stuff, I can tell you. I must go now; we have another place to visit.