Linda joins in!
As mentioned above, Rob will not be venturing alone into the wilderness on his odyssey. To protect him from storms and sirens, the Gods have sent me, Linda, to guide and protect. However, there is a clause under which Rob will be required to fend off spiders, snakes and creepy crawlies during states of emergency. I, too, am a little nervous. Despite being an ethereal messenger sent to show Rob the way, all I have managed so far is to buy the tickets and visas. A grander plan is clouded from my third eye unfortunately and I am left guessing as to whether our path lies along a more professional, rented flat in Sydney kind of route, or the slightly dustier, hippy trail complete with VW van and peace motif.
My divine bosses have temporarily relieved me of the tyranny of job applications. Phrases like “dynamic individual required”, “field sales executive” and “fast-paced environment” were draining my eternal spring of youth quicker than a bank will offer you credit these days. No amount of cheese and wine evenings or packets of Dolmio could convince me that it would be a good idea to sell my soul on the stock exchange.
I feel a bit like the wimpy young prince in Monty Python’s Holy Grail. The blue chip companies say to me: “One day lad, all this will be yours”.
All I can reply is: “I just want to sing…” (Cue strings and backing dancers).
Although I don’t want to be a singer, you get the idea. For now, Zeus and co. have sent me to watch over this young lad from the Dales.
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