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The Horrors of Ageing

Published August 21, 2023

Ageing, like death is something to be fought.

It's silly beans, and I do not like silly beans.

The avoidance of death and the fantasy of being able to actually escape it is as old as humanity itself... probably not, but it's a catchy line. ...

It's definetly an old old thing though, and for a few generations now there has been the hope, not entirely delusional, that it could actually be done. If we can create the Sun on Earth with nuclear weaponry and hit golf balls on the moon, then why the fuck not? There is no law of nature that forbids it, and even if one is found, we could break it.

Maybe within decades the obstacles will finally be overcome and we will see the destruction of ageing and death, or maybe not, maybe the only hope is a long sleep in a cryogenic chamber, throwing all the chips on an awakening.

It does seem close though. And more than ever something more and more researchers and scientists and rich fucks are taking seriously.

A big problem is that most of the disparate grouping that seem to be fighting ageing, these fucks, are unbearable. Bryan Johnson, Peter Attia, Andrew Huberman, David Sinclair and the list goes on - twitching, potato bags, fizzing and popping... asparagus with ears.

Ultimately, the acceleration and explosion of AI into true complex superintelligence that can be controlled and tethered is the likely magic it will take to create a full suite of robust and lasting age prevention and reversal technologies and solve human death. The control and tethering being an important part of that magic, an important part that is extremely difficult.

In youth, we laugh at the inevitable and even though we know it will come, we still can't feel it. It's the same with death, we know at this point in time we will likely die and yet death is just some thing that happens to other people. Not me. But death is always next to us and the great ocean of ageing exists out beyond the shoreline waiting to take us under the waves.

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The Horrors of Ageing

Published August 21, 2023

Ageing, like death is something to be fought.

It's silly beans, and I do not like silly beans.

The avoidance of death and the fantasy of being able to actually escape it is as old as humanity itself... probably not, but it's a catchy line. ...

It's definetly an old old thing though, and for a few generations now there has been the hope, not entirely delusional, that it could actually be done. If we can create the Sun on Earth with nuclear weaponry and hit golf balls on the moon, then why the fuck not? There is no law of nature that forbids it, and even if one is found, we could break it.

Maybe within decades the obstacles will finally be overcome and we will see the destruction of ageing and death, or maybe not, maybe the only hope is a long sleep in a cryogenic chamber, throwing all the chips on an awakening.

It does seem close though. And more than ever something more and more researchers and scientists and rich fucks are taking seriously.

A big problem is that most of the disparate grouping that seem to be fighting ageing, these fucks, are unbearable. Bryan Johnson, Peter Attia, Andrew Huberman, David Sinclair and the list goes on - twitching, potato bags, fizzing and popping... asparagus with ears.

Ultimately, the acceleration and explosion of AI into true complex superintelligence that can be controlled and tethered is the likely magic it will take to create a full suite of robust and lasting age prevention and reversal technologies and solve human death. The control and tethering being an important part of that magic, an important part that is extremely difficult.

In youth, we laugh at the inevitable and even though we know it will come, we still can't feel it. It's the same with death, we know at this point in time we will likely die and yet death is just some thing that happens to other people. Not me. But death is always next to us and the great ocean of ageing exists out beyond the shoreline waiting to take us under the waves.

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Northern Cyprus

Brad Nicholls in Nicosia, Northern Cyprus

Published July 9, 2023

Last year when visiting Nicosia, I decided not to go into the North, I just didn't feel like it. This year though, it was time to add another asterisks country to the list.

Me and my mum ate some ice cream on Ledra Street, before crossing the border.

The capital was its usual piercing hot self. I had a hat now, I bought it from the local store in the tourist village we were staying. I liked my hat.

I walked towards the border in my hat, excited about going north, into a country that isn't a country that is a country.

I slid my passport through to the lady in the Northern Cypriot uniform. A giant mustache sat next to her in the booth. The kind of giant mustache that somehow fits perfectly with a country that is only recognised by one real country.

Despite the clear difference in everything, for some reason, there was no whiplash change in my mind, no 'WOW' ... everything seemed pretty samey, actually. ... or an amusement park take on being Turkish. There was something odd about it but also somehow boring.

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Northern Cyprus

Brad Nicholls in Nicosia, Northern Cyprus

Published July 9, 2023

Last year when visiting Nicosia, I decided not to go into the North, I just didn't feel like it. This year though, it was time to add another asterisks country to the list.

Me and my mum ate some ice cream on Ledra Street, before crossing the border.

The capital was its usual piercing hot self. I had a hat now, I bought it from the local store in the tourist village we were staying. I liked my hat.

I walked towards the border in my hat, excited about going north, into a country that isn't a country that is a country.

I slid my passport through to the lady in the Northern Cypriot uniform. A giant mustache sat next to her in the booth. The kind of giant mustache that somehow fits perfectly with a country that is only recognised by one real country.

Despite the clear difference in everything, for some reason, there was no whiplash change in my mind, no 'WOW' ... everything seemed pretty samey, actually. ... or an amusement park take on being Turkish. There was something odd about it but also somehow boring.

...continue reading

Countries 39 and 40

Brad Nicholls in San Marino

Brad Nicholls in Vatican City

Published May 31, 2023

In Stansted Airport, past security, sitting on the snaking wooden benches with their broken USB ports, I contemplated not getting on the flight.

My misanthropy reaches such a level sometimes that it is genuinely painful to be anywhere near human beings. To have thousands of them around me can be torture.

I spent most of the dreary night in the coach station waiting area, unlike the packed arrivals hall, the coach station has far less people and some padded chairs. These are the moves of a genius.

Security opened at three something or maybe four, I placed the boarding pass QR code on the scanner and the little glass doors slid open ... 'this again then'

I was back to travelling without any luggage, all I had was my old Canadian ski jacket, stuffed with the essentials: phone charger, a couple of changes of underwear and socks and a more comfortable blue t-shirt, some medicine, tooth brush tooth paste and my passport, the burgandy book, the burgandy book that still has European Union emblazoned in gold across the top.

The only reason I got on the plane was COUNTRY 39 and COUNTRY 40 as well as the photos and videos I planned to take at the colloseum (many of the photos and videos of my first visit to Italy are lost for now)

This trip was full of Really Fucking Annoying Things or RFATs. This trip had a lot of RFATs.

The first bonafide RFAT happened soon after landing in Bologna.

Tired, I wanted to get on the massively overpriced monorail from the airport to the train station and then take the regional train on to Rimini and my hotel bed. As me and a group of Asian-faced people walked towards it a couple of construction workers approached with the Italian language and hand gestures, clearly the stupid thing was closed for one dumb reason or another.

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Countries 39 and 40

Brad Nicholls in San Marino

Brad Nicholls in Vatican City

Published May 31, 2023

In Stansted Airport, past security, sitting on the snaking wooden benches with their broken USB ports, I contemplated not getting on the flight.

My misanthropy reaches such a level sometimes that it is genuinely painful to be anywhere near human beings. To have thousands of them around me can be torture.

I spent most of the dreary night in the coach station waiting area, unlike the packed arrivals hall, the coach station has far less people and some padded chairs. These are the moves of a genius.

Security opened at three something or maybe four, I placed the boarding pass QR code on the scanner and the little glass doors slid open ... 'this again then'

I was back to travelling without any luggage, all I had was my old Canadian ski jacket, stuffed with the essentials: phone charger, a couple of changes of underwear and socks and a more comfortable blue t-shirt, some medicine, tooth brush tooth paste and my passport, the burgandy book, the burgandy book that still has European Union emblazoned in gold across the top.

The only reason I got on the plane was COUNTRY 39 and COUNTRY 40 as well as the photos and videos I planned to take at the colloseum (many of the photos and videos of my first visit to Italy are lost for now)

This trip was full of Really Fucking Annoying Things or RFATs. This trip had a lot of RFATs.

The first bonafide RFAT happened soon after landing in Bologna.

Tired, I wanted to get on the massively overpriced monorail from the airport to the train station and then take the regional train on to Rimini and my hotel bed. As me and a group of Asian-faced people walked towards it a couple of construction workers approached with the Italian language and hand gestures, clearly the stupid thing was closed for one dumb reason or another.

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To Vietnam

Published March 14, 2023

The bus was now stopped on the street. I could see it, it was within reach.

I grabbed the straps of my backpack and swallowed the humiliation of running. Every atom of my being was disgusted by the motion.

I got to the bus out of breath and stepped inside the crappy metal can on wheels. My name wasn't on the passenger list, not surprising since I had just booked the ticket before I left the hostel.

There was no argument from the driver or clipboard worker though, which was helpful considering the current state of my lungs. Less than a minute after I put my bag between my legs and got comfortable, the bus sped off. Life's a game of inches and all that…

I transferred to another bus and then another bus and then me and a fellow group of travellers were on our way to the country I had been looking forward to the most on this trip, Vietnam.

I was still thinking about whether to go north from Ho Chi Minh - back to Hanoi and then onwards to Ha Long. The plan for this trip was rough by design, since I threw away my flight to Bangkok and decided to hop up the Malay peninsular from city to city by train, my original outline of the trip had changed, I had been looking for those greatest of iterations.

I was going to see how I felt about Ho Chi Minh. Although it was the first place I visited in Vietnam five years earlier and I really did explore it, for some reason I couldn't remember it as vividly as the other areas of the country.

The girl on the bus took my passport and wrote out all the information. The bus came with a bottle of water and a small, tasty Cambodian croissant. I felt happy, what a way to spend the last day of such an incredible year, on a bus from Phnom Penh to Saigon.

This was the last leg of a wild journey, a race against time -

Vientiane > Bangkok by night train > Plane to Phnom Penh > Bus to Siem Reap > Bus to Phnom Penh > Bus to Vietnam ... all within a few days.

I wanted to get my ninth new country of the year done, my stretched goal from seven, and I wanted to get back to Vietnam for my second 'Nam New Year's in five years.

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To Vietnam

Ho Chi Minh City

Published March 14, 2023

The bus was now stopped on the street. I could see it, it was within reach.

I grabbed the straps of my backpack and swallowed the humiliation of running. Every atom of my being was disgusted by the motion.

I got to the bus out of breath and stepped inside the crappy metal can on wheels. My name wasn't on the passenger list, not surprising since I had just booked the ticket before I left the hostel.

There was no argument from the driver or clipboard worker though, which was helpful considering the current state of my lungs. Less than a minute after I put my bag between my legs and got comfortable, the bus sped off. Life's a game of inches and all that…

I transferred to another bus and then another bus and then me and a fellow group of travellers were on our way to the country I had been looking forward to the most on this trip, Vietnam.

I was still thinking about whether to go north from Ho Chi Minh - back to Hanoi and then onwards to Ha Long. The plan for this trip was rough by design, since I threw away my flight to Bangkok and decided to hop up the Malay peninsular from city to city by train, my original outline of the trip had changed, I had been looking for those greatest of iterations.

I was going to see how I felt about Ho Chi Minh. Although it was the first place I visited in Vietnam five years earlier and I really did explore it, for some reason I couldn't remember it as vividly as the other areas of the country.

The girl on the bus took my passport and wrote out all the information. The bus came with a bottle of water and a small, tasty Cambodian croissant. I felt happy, what a way to spend the last day of such an incredible year, on a bus from Phnom Penh to Saigon.

This was the last leg of a wild journey, a race against time -

Vientiane > Bangkok by night train > Plane to Phnom Penh > Bus to Siem Reap > Bus to Phnom Penh > Bus to Vietnam ... all within a few days.

I wanted to get my ninth new country of the year done, my stretched goal from seven, and I wanted to get back to Vietnam for my second 'Nam New Year's in five years.

...continue reading

The Early March Blog Post Published March 6, 2023

Morning my friends. I'm in England. A great country. My country of birth.

It's gone four in the morning.

I'm writing this instead of doing all the work I wrote down to do today.

Sometimes you need to tell yourself to fuck off.

I'm telling myself to fuck off.

I don't feel like doing it. But, if I don't do it and don't do something else, something productive, meaningful, creative then I'll feel awful. So here I am, at my desk, typing away.

I did a lot of really important technical things too earlier, so I think I'll sleep proud and not sick.

I've been reading about Scientology again lately, and the Falun Gong and other New Religious Movements, a term I don't really like. I've read a lot about these kinds of groups for many years now.

One of the things I love about them is this - operating outside of government control, freedom in a word.

Although none are sovereign or even claim sovereignty (unlike me), they do act like they are sovereign. Scientology for instance basically run a giant global network of torture mansions and very real, very strange prisons. The government doesn't touch them.

The Pope has the Vatican. Li Hongzhi has Dragons Springs in New York. The Mormons own a state. I want a place.

One day I'll have my spot. An island maybe or a mountain or a great ranch.

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The Early March Blog Post Published March 6, 2023

Morning my friends. I'm in England. A great country. My country of birth.

It's gone four in the morning.

I'm writing this instead of doing all the work I wrote down to do today.

Sometimes you need to tell yourself to fuck off.

I'm telling myself to fuck off.

I don't feel like doing it. But, if I don't do it and don't do something else, something productive, meaningful, creative then I'll feel awful. So here I am, at my desk, typing away.

I did a lot of really important technical things too earlier, so I think I'll sleep proud and not sick.

I've been reading about Scientology again lately, and the Falun Gong and other New Religious Movements, a term I don't really like. I've read a lot about these kinds of groups for many years now.

One of the things I love about them is this - operating outside of government control, freedom in a word.

Although none are sovereign or even claim sovereignty (unlike me), they do act like they are sovereign. Scientology for instance basically run a giant global network of torture mansions and very real, very strange prisons. The government doesn't touch them.

The Pope has the Vatican. Li Hongzhi has Dragons Springs in New York. The Mormons own a state. I want a place.

One day I'll have my spot. An island maybe or a mountain or a great ranch.

...continue reading

Laos and Cambodia

Brad Nicholls in Vientiane, Laos

Brad Nicholls in Angkor, Cambodia

Published January 10, 2023

I knew a great amount of pain was about to hit me. Pain has a delay to the brain. In that delay I did a lot of analysis and made a lot of decisions.

'I'm hurt.'

'How badly?'

'Bad, not fatal, not critical, but severe.'

'Ready?'

'Yes, I'm ready.'

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"

I was melding dimensions. Jumping realities. It hurt.

A lot.

The story of this pain -

I was standing on the bed and stepped over the void to the desk chair.

This is where all the fun stuff happened.

As I placed my right foot on the cushioned chair, the chair legs slipped on the slick floor and away we went. I threw my body forward in the air, sacrificing my leg to save everything else.

...

The wound was deep and it hurt to the bone. It was right on the bone. The tibia was hit. A long, deep slice of flesh had been scraped and stolen away.

In the coming days I would be limping past the prostitutes and other Bangkok street freaks of Sukhumvit.

It wasn't a total disaster, I always made it far enough to get the food and drink I needed to sustain me and even somehow still fucked a girl with one leg offline.

A few days later I packed up, jumped in another 3rd class train carriage and had an uncomfortable ride through the night in a Thai-stuffed train before arriving in Udon Thani the next morning.

In the morning I woke up with that MISSION feeling. I wanted the 'Special Mission' part of this 'An Asia Trip' to begin.

I had two countries left of the nine countries I had planned out for the year -

...continue reading

Laos and Cambodia

Brad Nicholls in Vientiane, Laos

Brad Nicholls in Angkor, Cambodia

Published January 10, 2023

I knew a great amount of pain was about to hit me. Pain has a delay to the brain. In that delay I did a lot of analysis and made a lot of decisions.

'I'm hurt.'

'How badly?'

'Bad, not fatal, not critical, but severe.'

'Ready?'

'Yes, I'm ready.'

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"

I was melding dimensions. Jumping realities. It hurt.

A lot.

The story of this pain -

I was standing on the bed and stepped over the void to the desk chair.

This is where all the fun stuff happened.

As I placed my right foot on the cushioned chair, the chair legs slipped on the slick floor and away we went. I threw my body forward in the air, sacrificing my leg to save everything else.

...

The wound was deep and it hurt to the bone. It was right on the bone. The tibia was hit. A long, deep slice of flesh had been scraped and stolen away.

In the coming days I would be limping past the prostitutes and other Bangkok street freaks of Sukhumvit.

It wasn't a total disaster, I always made it far enough to get the food and drink I needed to sustain me and even somehow still fucked a girl with one leg offline.

A few days later I packed up, jumped in another 3rd class train carriage and had an uncomfortable ride through the night in a Thai-stuffed train before arriving in Udon Thani the next morning.

In the morning I woke up with that MISSION feeling. I wanted the 'Special Mission' part of this 'An Asia Trip' to begin.

I had two countries left of the nine countries I had planned out for the year -

...continue reading

An Asia Trip Blog post

Published November 11, 2022

November 8, November 9, November 10 finally November 10. In my hotel room, in Chinatown, in bed, time to sleep. I do sleep, I sleep for 12 hours, and three days of the travel state is washed away.

Surprisingly I wasn't that tired by the end of it all, well tired maybe, but not exhausted, I didn't even have much in the way of heart palpitations. As I lay my head down 12:00 UK time, 20:00 Malaysian time, I fell into dreams, awaking, saying to myself "These are dreams." this repeating itself until one dream took me all the way in, an invitation to that other world.

I woke up 12 hours later fresh and ready. Ready for Malaysia, ready for Asia. It's been a while since I last was here, and for several reasons Malaysia was the last Asian country I left from four and a half years ago, before that global pandemic, before that period of ambulances and hospitalisations, before I stopped nicotine, caffiene, alcohol and every other addicting substance, before so much else happened and so much else changed.

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An Asia Trip Blog post

Brad Nicholls in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

Published November 11, 2022

November 8, November 9, November 10 finally November 10. In my hotel room, in Chinatown, in bed, time to sleep. I do sleep, I sleep for 12 hours, and three days of the travel state is washed away.

Surprisingly I wasn't that tired by the end of it all, well tired maybe, but not exhausted, I didn't even have much in the way of heart palpitations. As I lay my head down 12:00 UK time, 20:00 Malaysian time, I fell into dreams, awaking, saying to myself "These are dreams." this repeating itself until one dream took me all the way in, an invitation to that other world.

I woke up 12 hours later fresh and ready. Ready for Malaysia, ready for Asia. It's been a while since I last was here, and for several reasons Malaysia was the last Asian country I left from four and a half years ago, before that global pandemic, before that period of ambulances and hospitalisations, before I stopped nicotine, caffiene, alcohol and every other addicting substance, before so much else happened and so much else changed.

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leBRADburg's Mission

leBRADburg burg

Published November 5, 2022

TO DOMINATE OR DESTROY, NON-FUNGIBLE TOKENS

TO CREATE BURGERS THAT ARE GENUINE MASTERPIECES

TO MAKE HUMANITY BETTER OR WORSE, MAYBE BOTH

TO CREATE DEEPLY STRANGE THINGS

TO REPRESENT BRAD NICHOLLS AND THE BRAD NICHOLLS EXPANSIVE MULTIVERSE

TO BE A DIVINE FLAG-BEARER OF THE EXPANSIVE MIX ERA

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leBRADburg's Mission

leBRADburg burg

Published November 5, 2022

TO DOMINATE OR DESTROY, NON-FUNGIBLE TOKENS

TO CREATE BURGERS THAT ARE GENUINE MASTERPIECES

TO MAKE HUMANITY BETTER OR WORSE, MAYBE BOTH

TO CREATE DEEPLY STRANGE THINGS

TO REPRESENT BRAD NICHOLLS AND THE BRAD NICHOLLS EXPANSIVE MULTIVERSE

TO BE A DIVINE FLAG-BEARER OF THE EXPANSIVE MIX ERA

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Not A Suicide Note Published September 22, 2022

These words were written a while ago.

I suddenly feel a great sense of sadness and loss. I don't know why. The weather is horrible. It's been hot lately. Too hot. Too hot for England. It's not too hot today, but not cold. It's the questionable heat after a thunderstorm, which happened earlier. I have a tower fan a few feet from my legs and they're being hit with a cool breeze. Too cool. Too cold. I don't like it. But when I turn the fan off I feel hot again. So I'll keep it on.

I am procrastinating. That's why I'm writing this. Better than Netflix, or jerking off. It's something productive. Some work. Some thing. Some thing to add to the list of things I've created in life.

I should be finishing an episode of BRAD NICHOLLS Podcast now. But the episode is horrible. Horrible because I want to finish it, there are some great things about it, but the current edit just isn't it. And, I can't seem to fucking make it work the way I want now.

All of this is annoying, but even more annoying because it has been several days of this.

Some times I get stuck, here I am stuck.

I watched one of the greatest films ever made last night. The Vanishing. It was so beautiful I almost cried. The entire film was almost perfect, there was only a handful of things that I will change, I say will because I am going to edit the thing, I am going to perfect it. It was such a natural film. Special.

I feel very sad. I ate some cheap ice cream before writing this, it was the only sweet food about. Now I have a pain in my neck, on the right. I don't think these things are connected. I'm in the mood to fuck or burn down a police station or marry a tranny in an airless desert, illuminated by giant spotlights. Oh well, I'm sad tonight, I'm sure it will go away.

...continue reading

Not A Suicide Note Published September 22, 2022

These words were written a while ago.

I suddenly feel a great sense of sadness and loss. I don't know why. The weather is horrible. It's been hot lately. Too hot. Too hot for England. It's not too hot today, but not cold. It's the questionable heat after a thunderstorm, which happened earlier. I have a tower fan a few feet from my legs and they're being hit with a cool breeze. Too cool. Too cold. I don't like it. But when I turn the fan off I feel hot again. So I'll keep it on.

I am procrastinating. That's why I'm writing this. Better than Netflix, or jerking off. It's something productive. Some work. Some thing. Some thing to add to the list of things I've created in life.

I should be finishing an episode of BRAD NICHOLLS Podcast now. But the episode is horrible. Horrible because I want to finish it, there are some great things about it, but the current edit just isn't it. And, I can't seem to fucking make it work the way I want now.

All of this is annoying, but even more annoying because it has been several days of this.

Some times I get stuck, here I am stuck.

I watched one of the greatest films ever made last night. The Vanishing. It was so beautiful I almost cried. The entire film was almost perfect, there was only a handful of things that I will change, I say will because I am going to edit the thing, I am going to perfect it. It was such a natural film. Special.

I feel very sad. I ate some cheap ice cream before writing this, it was the only sweet food about. Now I have a pain in my neck, on the right. I don't think these things are connected. I'm in the mood to fuck or burn down a police station or marry a tranny in an airless desert, illuminated by giant spotlights. Oh well, I'm sad tonight, I'm sure it will go away.

...continue reading

Sweden and Finland

Published September 19, 2022

It was an overnighter at the airport. Not the worst ever. But still, an uncomfortable energy draining time. And without nicotine, without caffeine. Long ago, a while ago and recently for these long airport stays I had nicotine, I had caffeine, those two aides to artificially push my body through, I no longer have either, self-imposed and final. I must make it through alone. Oh well. I did it, and all the other painful hours that this trip provided, I did them too.

This trip was both long and short - a couple of days in Sweden and a couple in Finland but the nature of the travel schedule meant I had little sleep and a lot of moving to do. It was made that more difficult by the fact that my feet were cut up and so very sore, new shoes with a terrible mad design responsible for it. By the time I arrived back in England I had multiple, large open wounds on both of my feet.

Let's talk about these countries then. Sweden, I liked. Finland, I liked. Both SEVEN out of TEN countries. With potential to climb higher than that.

In fact - Norway, Sweden, Finland and Estonia, I would rank on a very similar level, with Estonia edging the rest. Maybe one great union could one day form from them, leave Denmark out of it and Latvia and Lithuanina. Nordenfinstonia. Great place, love it.

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Sweden and Finland

Brad Nicholls in Senate Square, Helsinki, Finland

Published September 19, 2022

It was an overnighter at the airport. Not the worst ever. But still, an uncomfortable energy draining time. And without nicotine, without caffeine. Long ago, a while ago and recently for these long airport stays I had nicotine, I had caffeine, those two aides to artificially push my body through, I no longer have either, self-imposed and final. I must make it through alone. Oh well. I did it, and all the other painful hours that this trip provided, I did them too.

This trip was both long and short - a couple of days in Sweden and a couple in Finland but the nature of the travel schedule meant I had little sleep and a lot of moving to do. It was made that more difficult by the fact that my feet were cut up and so very sore, new shoes with a terrible mad design responsible for it. By the time I arrived back in England I had multiple, large open wounds on both of my feet.

Let's talk about these countries then. Sweden, I liked. Finland, I liked. Both SEVEN out of TEN countries. With potential to climb higher than that.

In fact - Norway, Sweden, Finland and Estonia, I would rank on a very similar level, with Estonia edging the rest. Maybe one great union could one day form from them, leave Denmark out of it and Latvia and Lithuanina. Nordenfinstonia. Great place, love it.

...continue reading

Bacon and Eggs and the 'Queen' is Dead Published September 9, 2022

I spent most of the day in the bath, editing.

I was struggling, the editing was a mix of the creative and the mechanical.

The creative parts were becoming really trying, my head was foggy, I took long breaks to meditate on the placement of a word, the structure of a sentence.

I got out of the bath before six.

I changed my underwear and socks, put on my old shorts - the ones with the hole from when I caught them on a motorbike in a narrow street in Tuy Hòa, Vietnam - and my simple blue t-shirt, the same clothes I had been wearing for days.

I went downstairs to the kitchen to cook bacon and eggs.

And then the 'Queen' was dead.

'Alright, then' I thought, 'Special Day Exception'

Soon after a great rain began to smash against the ground. It had been dreary for days and especially grey and disturbed that day in particular.

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Bacon and Eggs and the 'Queen' is Dead Published September 9, 2022

I spent most of the day in the bath, editing.

I was struggling, the editing was a mix of the creative and the mechanical.

The creative parts were becoming really trying, my head was foggy, I took long breaks to meditate on the placement of a word, the structure of a sentence.

I got out of the bath before six.

I changed my underwear and socks, put on my old shorts - the ones with the hole from when I caught them on a motorbike in a narrow street in Tuy Hòa, Vietnam - and my simple blue t-shirt, the same clothes I had been wearing for days.

I went downstairs to the kitchen to cook bacon and eggs.

And then the 'Queen' was dead.

'Alright, then' I thought, 'Special Day Exception'

Soon after a great rain began to smash against the ground. It had been dreary for days and especially grey and disturbed that day in particular.

...continue reading

Bulgaria

Published July 18, 2022

SOFIA, definetly one of the more romantic names for a city.

I had no set expectations for it though, I wasn't expecting Paris but I also wasn't not expecting Paris.

I exited the station to find a dark underworld, I turned left and found a walker, a ghoul, a fucking problem.

I turned right and found a ghostly void.

AHHHHHHHH FUCKING CUNTCUNTCUNT.

On my third take, I found an opening up onto the streets.

As I broke out into the open summer night air of Sofia my eyes focused on the word 'HOTEL' painted in big white block letters on the side of a building across the empty streets. I didn't know if it was my hotel or not, but fuck it, I gave it a try.

HOTEL was my hotel.

I was strangely attracted to the guy at the small reception desk.

Tall and skinny, with a baby face and ruffled boyish hair and what appeared to be a sweet, fragile, feminine soul.

I had none of these thoughts in the moment or even in the days after, it's only now as I sit here at my desk at 4:30 in the morning, in southern England, that I have suddenly realised all of this. I could have actually bent this feminine wisp boi of a thing over and fucked him.

Hmm, cool, nice to know.

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Bulgaria

Published July 18, 2022

SOFIA, definetly one of the more romantic names for a city.

I had no set expectations for it though, I wasn't expecting Paris but I also wasn't not expecting Paris.

I exited the station to find a dark underworld, I turned left and found a walker, a ghoul, a fucking problem.

I turned right and found a ghostly void.

AHHHHHHHH FUCKING CUNTCUNTCUNT.

On my third take, I found an opening up onto the streets.

As I broke out into the open summer night air of Sofia my eyes focused on the word 'HOTEL' painted in big white block letters on the side of a building across the empty streets. I didn't know if it was my hotel or not, but fuck it, I gave it a try.

HOTEL was my hotel.

I was strangely attracted to the guy at the small reception desk.

Tall and skinny, with a baby face and ruffled boyish hair and what appeared to be a sweet, fragile, feminine soul.

I had none of these thoughts in the moment or even in the days after, it's only now as I sit here at my desk at 4:30 in the morning, in southern England, that I have suddenly realised all of this. I could have actually bent this feminine wisp boi of a thing over and fucked him.

Hmm, cool, nice to know.

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Cyprus

Published June 29, 2022

CYPRUS

Cyprus, the 4th new country of the year.

Package Holidays

This was my first package holiday since I was very young and a holiday with my mum too.

One of the things about these package holidays - they are both extremely long and incredibly short. The time dripped on slowly and yet when it came time to leave I felt as if I had just arrived.

Arriving in Paphos

It was night when we arrived in Paphos. At the 'tourist village' an old worker with a thick Northern accent drove us by golf buggy to our apartment.

"You've got a nice room!" he said, in that hard to pinpoint, general Northern accent, the excitement sounded genuine though as we sped around the narrow streets towards our apartment block, one of 48.

It turned out to be the nicest one in the entire village.

The next morning

The next morning we went out onto the balcony and found the deep blue mediterranean and an impressive panoramic view, on the hillside to the left stood the lighthouse built by the British in the 1880s, well-spaced palms lined the beach.

Some words

Breakfast, Beach, 7 Up Free, Balcony

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Cyprus

Published June 29, 2022

CYPRUS

Cyprus, the 4th new country of the year.

Package Holidays

This was my first package holiday since I was very young and a holiday with my mum too.

One of the things about these package holidays - they are both extremely long and incredibly short. The time dripped on slowly and yet when it came time to leave I felt as if I had just arrived.

Arriving in Paphos

It was night when we arrived in Paphos. At the 'tourist village' an old worker with a thick Northern accent drove us by golf buggy to our apartment.

"You've got a nice room!" he said, in that hard to pinpoint, general Northern accent, the excitement sounded genuine though as we sped around the narrow streets towards our apartment block, one of 48.

It turned out to be the nicest one in the entire village.

The next morning

The next morning we went out onto the balcony and found the deep blue mediterranean and an impressive panoramic view, on the hillside to the left stood the lighthouse built by the British in the 1880s, well-spaced palms lined the beach.

Some words

Breakfast, Beach, 7 Up Free, Balcony

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lithuania, the bore

Published April 22, 2022

Lithuania was already marked for disapoinment, so I actually wasn't too disapointed about this trip. Estonia was magical, a month later Latvia was Latvia and now here we were, Lithuania, a country I had already proclaimed on BRAD NICHOLLS Podcast would be Number 3, my least favourite Baltic country, because 1. Estonia 2. Latvia 3. Lithuania was the way it should be.

It was.

However.

(And this is where the nation of Lithuania will now forever become an enemy I suppose)

I wasn't expecting such a dramatic drop off.

Estonia GREAT Latvia LATVIA Lithuania OH MY FUCKING FUCK, WHAT A BORE!

Outside my hotel's window - which had a panoramic view of the Vilnius skyline - a small group of workers turned a section of the car park below into what looked like a decently sized mass grave, I watched the progress each day. This would be the most interesting thing Vilnius and Lithuania offered up.

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lithuania, the bore

Published March 20, 2022

Lithuania was already marked for disapoinment, so I actually wasn't too disapointed about this trip. Estonia was magical, a month later Latvia was Latvia and now here we were, Lithuania, a country I had already proclaimed on BRAD NICHOLLS Podcast would be Number 3, my least favourite Baltic country, because 1. Estonia 2. Latvia 3. Lithuania was the way it should be.

It was.

However.

(And this is where the nation of Lithuania will now forever become an enemy I suppose)

I wasn't expecting such a dramatic drop off.

Estonia GREAT Latvia LATVIA Lithuania OH MY FUCKING FUCK, WHAT A BORE!

Outside my hotel's window - which had a panoramic view of the Vilnius skyline - a small group of workers turned a section of the car park below into what looked like a decently sized mass grave, I watched the progress each day. This would be the most interesting thing Vilnius and Lithuania offered up.

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Latvia

Ukrainian flags in Riga

Published March 20, 2022

I was disapointed as I caught my first sight of the ground, 'Ah, no snow then.' I thought as the plane approached the runway.

I wasn't expecting the same SNOW MAGIC I experienced a month earlier in Tallinn, but some would have been nice.

Immigration was an annoyance, as was relaxing in the terminal with militant female security guards patrolling for rule-breakers. This Latvia place was aparently a stickler for rules. I enjoy breaking rules. A fun dynamic was already being set.

I ate some lunch in the terminal and then headed for the bus. As I boarded the thing, the happiest damn bus driver in the world greeted me.

I can't remember exactly what he said, but I do remember he said it all with the zeal of a dof dof is a new word that now exists, I was going to write dog and then something about a dog being happy with some kinda bone or something, but I'm keeping it as dof this motherfuckin' bus driver was a mo'fu'n DOF.

The guy truly loved driving that bus.

When I arrived in my room I was happy to find an extremely Latvian view out the window. I don't know why it was extremely Latvian, it just was. I felt like I was in Latvia and I liked that.

I turned on the television and as usual went straight for the news. . .

CNN Ukraine Russia Invasion Madness

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Latvia

Ukrainian flags in Riga

Published March 20, 2022

I was disapointed as I caught my first sight of the ground, 'Ah, no snow then.' I thought as the plane approached the runway.

I wasn't expecting the same SNOW MAGIC I experienced a month earlier in Tallinn, but some would have been nice.

Immigration was an annoyance, as was relaxing in the terminal with militant female security guards patrolling for rule-breakers. This Latvia place was aparently a stickler for rules. I enjoy breaking rules. A fun dynamic was already being set.

I ate some lunch in the terminal and then headed for the bus. As I boarded the thing, the happiest damn bus driver in the world greeted me.

I can't remember exactly what he said, but I do remember he said it all with the zeal of a dof dof is a new word that now exists, I was going to write dog and then something about a dog being happy with some kinda bone or something, but I'm keeping it as dof this motherfuckin' bus driver was a mo'fu'n DOF.

The guy truly loved driving that bus.

When I arrived in my room I was happy to find an extremely Latvian view out the window. I don't know why it was extremely Latvian, it just was. I felt like I was in Latvia and I liked that.

I turned on the television and as usual went straight for the news. . .

CNN Ukraine Russia Invasion Madness

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Beautiful Esnownia

Brad Nicholls in Tallinn

Published February 23, 2022

The plane dropped below the clouds and into a new world. This world was one beyond the wardrobe, the other side of some wormhole somewhere, a sealed off enchantment of those in the know. Basically, it had a FUCK load of snow.

It had been a long time since I had seen this much snow.

On the ground all the arrivals seemed exhalted by the wonderland outside.

Several english speakers testified to the airport terminal that they had, "Never seen this much snow before in Estonia."

I jumped on the tram and made it to downtown. I kind of wanted to get lost in the snow on the way to my hotel, but once I stepped off the tram the hotel was a very easy find. So I checked in instead, all the while thinking of the snow fun I would be having that night and the next day and the day after that.

I went up to my room and headed straight for the wall of windows at the end of it. I tore the curtains open to a perfect view of Tallinn, snow-consumed Tallinn. I already loved it. I loved Tallinn, I loved Estonia.

By the time I went back outside the sky had blackened and the aesthetic floor of snow had been added to by the lights of buildings and street lights.

I realised that snow actually made me happy. Thinking about it now, certain weather does have that ability. All kinds of extreme weather brings out the child inside. When I'm in the tropics I always have another element of me there, when I'm in the real cold, same thing. Perhaps I just don't like boring weather; in fewer words - I can't wait for some real climate change.

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Beautiful Esnownia

Brad Nicholls in Tallinn

Published February 23, 2022

The plane dropped below the clouds and into a new world. This world was one beyond the wardrobe, the other side of some wormhole somewhere, a sealed off enchantment of those in the know. Basically, it had a FUCK load of snow.

It had been a long time since I had seen this much snow.

On the ground all the arrivals seemed exhalted by the wonderland outside.

Several english speakers testified to the airport terminal that they had, "Never seen this much snow before in Estonia."

I jumped on the tram and made it to downtown. I kind of wanted to get lost in the snow on the way to my hotel, but once I stepped off the tram the hotel was a very easy find. So I checked in instead, all the while thinking of the snow fun I would be having that night and the next day and the day after that.

I went up to my room and headed straight for the wall of windows at the end of it. I tore the curtains open to a perfect view of Tallinn, snow-consumed Tallinn. I already loved it. I loved Tallinn, I loved Estonia.

By the time I went back outside the sky had blackened and the aesthetic floor of snow had been added to by the lights of buildings and street lights.

I realised that snow actually made me happy. Thinking about it now, certain weather does have that ability. All kinds of extreme weather brings out the child inside. When I'm in the tropics I always have another element of me there, when I'm in the real cold, same thing. Perhaps I just don't like boring weather; in fewer words - I can't wait for some real climate change.

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Walking from Nice to Monaco

Brad Nicholls during his walk from Nice to Monaco

Published March 31, 2019

The night before I was still fighting away that enemy of a voice inside that questioned if I could really do it.

I was in no shape to spend five hours in the sun walking twelve miles along a rugged and hilly coastline. I thought about changing the mission…

‘Maybe I could do a hike instead.'

‘Maybe I can just make a vlog in Nice or Monaco.’

I went to bed only 90% sure I would be putting my body through hell the next day.

In the morning I slept another hour after my alarm went off, I woke up and reset it knowing that once it went off again, I would be doing it, I would be walking to Monaco.

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Walking from Nice to Monaco

Brad Nicholls during his walk from Nice to Monaco

Published March 31, 2019

The night before I was still fighting away that enemy of a voice inside that questioned if I could really do it.

I was in no shape to spend five hours in the sun walking twelve miles along a rugged and hilly coastline. I thought about changing the mission…

‘Maybe I could do a hike instead.'

‘Maybe I can just make a vlog in Nice or Monaco.’

I went to bed only 90% sure I would be putting my body through hell the next day.

In the morning I slept another hour after my alarm went off, I woke up and reset it knowing that once it went off again, I would be doing it, I would be walking to Monaco.

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IRELAND

Brad Nicholls in Dublin, Ireland

Published December 10, 2021

For some reason the flight to Dublin had a heightened importance.

I don’t know why but I felt it, I spent the entire flight neck twisted to the right, taking in every cloud and all the differences in terrain the plane was shooting past. It was a beautiful and varied flight. Meaningful Entertainment.

I spent my entire time in Dublin Sqwenking around. That’s a new word I’ve just created. Sqwenking.

I knew I had nothing to do in Dublin and that’s exactly what I did.

In all honesty it just looked like a UK city and not one of the more interesting ones. It took only one long walk around to come to that conclusion.

SO I SQWENKED.

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IRELAND

Brad Nicholls in Dublin, Ireland

Published December 10, 2021

For some reason the flight to Dublin had a heightened importance.

I don’t know why but I felt it, I spent the entire flight neck twisted to the right, taking in every cloud and all the differences in terrain the plane was shooting past. It was a beautiful and varied flight. Meaningful Entertainment.

I spent my entire time in Dublin Sqwenking around. That’s a new word I’ve just created. Sqwenking.

I knew I had nothing to do in Dublin and that’s exactly what I did.

In all honesty it just looked like a UK city and not one of the more interesting ones. It took only one long walk around to come to that conclusion.

SO I SQWENKED.

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The Journey Through Northern Malaysia

Published June 30, 2018

It was a change of plans.

We had spent the last few weeks in Bali and now it was time for the second leg of our trip - Vietnam. But I had been turning against the original plan.

Our flight to Hanoi had a layover in Kuala Lumpur and the option of throwing away the Hanoi flight and staying in Malaysia was becoming more and more enticing.

By the time we boarded the plane to Kuala Lumpur, I had decided.

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The Journey Through Northern Malaysia

Published June 30, 2018

It was a change of plans.

We had spent the last few weeks in Bali and now it was time for the second leg of our trip - Vietnam. But I had been turning against the original plan.

Our flight to Hanoi had a layover in Kuala Lumpur and the option of throwing away the Hanoi flight and staying in Malaysia was becoming more and more enticing.

By the time we boarded the plane to Kuala Lumpur, I had decided.

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Place Nostalgia Disorder Published November 1, 2021

I have PND.

Place Nostalgia Disorder.

It is serious.

It hits me often and without warning.

In the bath. Frying some eggs. Staring off into another dimension.

PND!

F u c k , h e r e w e g o

I begin longing for my bench in Ohori Park in Fukuoka, the one with the turtles swimming up against the concrete lake shore to say hellooo…

I daydream of my old window, open, the heat of Taipei spills into the room. I gaze at the police station and the student accommodation across the street and further off the long row of shops, convenience stores and restaurants… I’m smoking a strong cigarette. My girlfriends still in class. I’m 22 years old.

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Place Nostalgia Disorder Published November 1, 2021

I have PND.

Place Nostalgia Disorder.

It is serious.

It hits me often and without warning.

In the bath. Frying some eggs. Staring off into another dimension.

PND!

F u c k , h e r e w e g o

I begin longing for my bench in Ohori Park in Fukuoka, the one with the turtles swimming up against the concrete lake shore to say hellooo…

I daydream of my old window, open, the heat of Taipei spills into the room. I gaze at the police station and the student accommodation across the street and further off the long row of shops, convenience stores and restaurants… I’m smoking a strong cigarette. My girlfriends still in class. I’m 22 years old.

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Spain Andorra Norway Three more countries done

Published October 7, 2021

I ate a lot of Burger King in Madrid. And, some very sweet Spanish pastries.

I had some Tinder dates as usual, they went as Tinder dates usually go.

I went around the city and saw some sights.

I liked Madrid but didn’t especially love it, so after a few days I jumped on a high-speed train to Barcelona which I found to be more my kinda city.

It often felt like I was in a separate nation in Catalonia. I can’t see Spain holding onto this part of the world for much longer. I only saw a single Spanish flag.

Since I arrived in Spain I had been searching for the next country on the trip. Covid has made travel such a fucking annoyance in so many ways.

Portugal? Eastern Europe? Ireland? Turkey? Cyprus? Malta? The Baltic states?

Eventually I decided on Andorra and it was one the reasons I had come to Barcelona. To have that option there.

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Spain Andorra Norway Three more countries done

Published October 7, 2021

I ate a lot of Burger King in Madrid. And, some very sweet Spanish pastries.

I had some Tinder dates as usual, they went as Tinder dates usually go.

I went around the city and saw some sights.

I liked Madrid but didn’t especially love it, so after a few days I jumped on a high-speed train to Barcelona which I found to be more my kinda city.

It often felt like I was in a separate nation in Catalonia. I can’t see Spain holding onto this part of the world for much longer. I only saw a single Spanish flag.

Since I arrived in Spain I had been searching for the next country on the trip. Covid has made travel such a fucking annoyance in so many ways.

Portugal? Eastern Europe? Ireland? Turkey? Cyprus? Malta? The Baltic states?

Eventually I decided on Andorra and it was one the reasons I had come to Barcelona. To have that option there.

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On a Metro train in Madrid Published September 29, 2021

I'm on a Metro train in Madrid right now - (well I was when I wrote this) - I smell like sweat. I think a few other people have noticed.

I used to feel self-conscious about the smells my human body could produce. I don't anymore.

'Enjoy it!' I scream to the carriage.

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On a Metro train in Madrid Published September 29, 2021

I'm on a Metro train in Madrid right now - (well I was when I wrote this) - I smell like sweat. I think a few other people have noticed.

I used to feel self-conscious about the smells my human body could produce. I don't anymore.

'Enjoy it!' I scream to the carriage.

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Fall Published September 25, 2021

Masturbating over my favorite season.

(This is going to be weird)

Fall.

It’s my favourite season and for a reason.

Or maybe reasons.

Winter is just behind, ya'know.

Then Summer.

Then finally Spring. FUCK SPRING. Or not, I don’t care.

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Fall Published September 25, 2021

Masturbating over my favorite season.

(This is going to be weird)

Fall.

It’s my favourite season and for a reason.

Or maybe reasons.

Winter is just behind, ya'know.

Then Summer.

Then finally Spring. FUCK SPRING. Or not, I don’t care.

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One Year Nicotine and Caffeine and Alcohol Free Published September 2, 2021

The title says most of it.

But I will ramble on for here for several decades anyway.

I did it. I didn’t have any of the bad stuff for a whole year. For fuck’s sake, I went around the damn sun and didn’t give in. But, to be completely honest, I never felt much temptation.

It’s odd. I smoked and/or vaped for thirteen long years and then it was so easy just to stop. The caffeine was just as easy and the alcohol was the easiest, I’ve never been a constant drinker, but I was a binge drinker.

All of this has coincided with many more health related changes for the better.

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One Year Nicotine and Caffeine and Alcohol Free Published September 2, 2021

The title says most of it.

But I will ramble on for here for several decades anyway.

I did it. I didn’t have any of the bad stuff for a whole year. For fuck’s sake, I went around the damn sun and didn’t give in. But, to be completely honest, I never felt much temptation.

It’s odd. I smoked and/or vaped for thirteen long years and then it was so easy just to stop. The caffeine was just as easy and the alcohol was the easiest, I’ve never been a constant drinker, but I was a binge drinker.

All of this has coincided with many more health related changes for the better.

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The Streets of Fukuoka - MEGA: A Three Year Journey FREE Chapter

Published August 30, 2021

This is a free chapter from my memoir - MEGA: A Three Year Journey

…lucky you.

Purchase the book here

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The room was light but the light felt far away, my tatami mat tucked into the wall had stolen some darkness from the light in the room.

I adjusted to the artificial lighting, sat up and looked across the dorm. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and focused on the window. The night sky outside was slowly turning a deep shade of blue, it took a moment to realise its significance.

I had slept for most of the journey across the Korea Strait and with the morning sun about to rise I would soon be on Japanese soil.

Despite the deep sleep I had fallen into, I woke groggy with my head muddled. It was as if my brain couldn't accept that I had actually been able to sleep on an overnight ferry in a room full of people.

I stood up and left the dorm for a morning cigarette.

I was hungry, finding myself in the same situation as the night before, only having Won and not the yen the vending machines and restaurant on the boat liked. I would have to wait for breakfast.

I smoked most of my pack of cigarettes in place of a proper meal and readied myself for at most an hour of bullshit before I could eat and sleep.

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The Streets of Fukuoka - MEGA: A Three Year Journey FREE Chapter

Published August 30, 2021

This is a free chapter from my memoir - MEGA: A Three Year Journey

…lucky you.

Purchase the book here

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The room was light but the light felt far away, my tatami mat tucked into the wall had stolen some darkness from the light in the room.

I adjusted to the artificial lighting, sat up and looked across the dorm. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and focused on the window. The night sky outside was slowly turning a deep shade of blue, it took a moment to realise its significance.

I had slept for most of the journey across the Korea Strait and with the morning sun about to rise I would soon be on Japanese soil.

Despite the deep sleep I had fallen into, I woke groggy with my head muddled. It was as if my brain couldn't accept that I had actually been able to sleep on an overnight ferry in a room full of people.

I stood up and left the dorm for a morning cigarette.

I was hungry, finding myself in the same situation as the night before, only having Won and not the yen the vending machines and restaurant on the boat liked. I would have to wait for breakfast.

I smoked most of my pack of cigarettes in place of a proper meal and readied myself for at most an hour of bullshit before I could eat and sleep.

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Airport Flirt A 60 Minute Airport Romance in Kuala Lumpur Published August 24, 2021

A 60 Minute Airport Romance in Kuala Lumpur

This is a story that will most likely feature in my next memoir. If you would like to read stories from my first memoir then you should buy it here -
MEGA: A Three Year Journey

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I wasn’t walking anywhere in particular. Just making circles and figure-eights of the large terminal.

I had just said goodbye to my Vietnamese “Girlfriend”

I knew we were going to break up. There wouldn’t be another long trip with her. This had been our second. The first was a month-long enjoyable and eventful journey across Vietnam south to north. This trip, we spent a few weeks in Bali and a few across Malaysia. But it would be all over soon.

The way of the world. Just as one romance was dying another would spark into life.

She appeared out of thin-air, eyes down to the ground then back up gazing into my eyes, lips curled slightly, an eyebrow raised.

It was if she had been practicing the move in the mirror all morning.

All of the air was sucked out of the universe.

The thousands of wandering travellers looked in my direction.

Arms up, screaming “GO GET HER!”

Well, probably not.

I stood there, body stunned, mind turning at furious speed.

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Airport Flirt A 60 Minute Airport Romance in Kuala Lumpur Published August 24, 2021

A 60 Minute Airport Romance in Kuala Lumpur

This is a story that will most likely feature in my next memoir. If you would like to read stories from my first memoir then you should buy it here -
MEGA: A Three Year Journey

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I wasn’t walking anywhere in particular. Just making circles and figure-eights of the large terminal.

I had just said goodbye to my Vietnamese “Girlfriend”

I knew we were going to break up. There wouldn’t be another long trip with her. This had been our second. The first was a month-long enjoyable and eventful journey across Vietnam south to north. This trip, we spent a few weeks in Bali and a few across Malaysia. But it would be all over soon.

The way of the world. Just as one romance was dying another would spark into life.

She appeared out of thin-air, eyes down to the ground then back up gazing into my eyes, lips curled slightly, an eyebrow raised.

It was if she had been practicing the move in the mirror all morning.

All of the air was sucked out of the universe.

The thousands of wandering travellers looked in my direction.

Arms up, screaming “GO GET HER!”

Well, probably not.

I stood there, body stunned, mind turning at furious speed.

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what i like hehehe... Published July 9, 2021

hehehe...

i like sitting down and punching the keys with my fingers.

powerful punches. ten at a time sometimes.

punch. punch. punch.

i like the word cunt. so i will put it here, completely unrelated to anything else.

punch. punch. punch.

japan is a nice place. i’ve been twice. got run over by a man on a bicycle in shinjuku. lived in net cafes. fucked some women. got too drunk. got lost. ate a lot of curry. i like curry.

wood is nice too. i like wood.

i like cunt japan curry wood.

i like cunts and i like japans and i like curry and i like woods.

cuntjapancurrywood.

i’m going to build a giant cunt in japan, full of curry and made of wood.

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what i like hehehe... Published July 9, 2021

hehehe...

i like sitting down and punching the keys with my fingers.

powerful punches. ten at a time sometimes.

punch. punch. punch.

i like the word cunt. so i will put it here, completely unrelated to anything else.

punch. punch. punch.

japan is a nice place. i’ve been twice. got run over by a man on a bicycle in shinjuku. lived in net cafes. fucked some women. got too drunk. got lost. ate a lot of curry. i like curry.

wood is nice too. i like wood.

i like cunt japan curry wood.

i like cunts and i like japans and i like curry and i like woods.

cuntjapancurrywood.

i’m going to build a giant cunt in japan, full of curry and made of wood.

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A Wednesday of Revenge - A one minute story I have one minute to write it, starting... now! Published July 5, 2021

I have one minute to write it, starting... now!

How many more of these were they going to send me?

This was the seventeenth in a year. SEVENTEENTH.

These people had already sent me enough to fill a small drawer.

These envelopes were being sent to me by the pigeon people.

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A Wednesday of Revenge - A one minute story I have one minute to write it, starting... now! Published July 5, 2021

I have one minute to write it, starting... now!

How many more of these were they going to send me?

This was the seventeenth in a year. SEVENTEENTH.

These people had already sent me enough to fill a small drawer.

These envelopes were being sent to me by the pigeon people.

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The Bang Sniffer - A one minute story I have one minute to write it, starting... now!Published July 5, 2021

I smelt one. A big one. Crusty mint kind. Couldn’t stand it. Was there somewhere. I went searching. Gotta catch it. Nose up alive. The Bang Sniffer. Coming for ya. Heart beating fast. Legs moving quick. Eyes fixed high.

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The Bang Sniffer - A one minute story I have one minute to write it, starting... now!Published July 5, 2021

I smelt one. A big one. Crusty mint kind. Couldn’t stand it. Was there somewhere. I went searching. Gotta catch it. Nose up alive. The Bang Sniffer. Coming for ya. Heart beating fast. Legs moving quick. Eyes fixed high.

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I just burnt a small alien alive I have one minute to write it, starting... now!Published July 1, 2021

I just burnt a small alien alive.

It was NOT my fault. Well I burnt it. I did. I doused the thing in olive oil. I lit the match. It was NOT my fault though.

I’m not going to explain any of this.

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I just burnt a small alien alive I have one minute to write it, starting... now!Published July 1, 2021

I just burnt a small alien alive.

It was NOT my fault. Well I burnt it. I did. I doused the thing in olive oil. I lit the match. It was NOT my fault though.

I’m not going to explain any of this.

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