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, 13 July 2010

The Earl of Sandwhich

We were somewhat disappointed at the lack of pride amongst sandwich residents. John Montagu, the fourth earl of Sandwich invented the humble sarnie back in 1762 when he was so hooked on gambling his fortune he had no time to stop for lunch. He ordered his dinner be brought to him between slices of bread to prevent his fingers from becoming greasy and damaging the playing cards.

But the residents don’t seem proud of this fact at all. We did have some particularly delicious sandwiches in town and to be honest, they were probably much tastier without the expected Disneyland-style advertising. But I see a hole in the market there….

Aside from that, we got back to Brighton in just a few hours and are happily more partial to the van than ever. She’s more than a home now: she’s a holiday excursion too!

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