I am not a hippy. I’m not a crusty. I’m not a gypsy. I work for a living. I pay my taxes and I am a responsible citizen. I believe in recycling. I do not litter. But I want a simple life and so with my husband I’m moving into a van. Maybe we will hate it. Or maybe this is the beginning of a new life.

In search of another life

"They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn..."

Jack Kerouac

Tuesday, 1 June 2010

Some People Are Snobs

We got onto the campsite this evening and I heard one of the men who work here making snide reamrks about our beautiful prison van. Two of his female colleagues stood up for us though. "It's just the young travelling round" they said. T made him shut up but he didn't look happy about us riff raff lowering the tone of his site.
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