I've Never Been To Comic-con, But I'm

Escape Through Travel Works. Almost From The Moment I Boarded My Flight, Life In England Became Meaningless. Seat-belt Signs Lit Up, Problems Switched Off. Broken Armrests Took Precedence Over Broken Hearts. By The Time The Plane Was Airborne I'd Forgotten England Even Existed.

If I'd Learnt One Thing From Travelling, It Was That The Way To Get Things Done Was To Go Ahead And Do Them. Don't Talk About Going To Borneo. Book A Ticket, Get A Visa, Pack A Bag, And It Just Happens.

The Success That Comes From My Books Is Not Something I Feel Very Comfortable With. Past A Certain Point You Have To Accept The Idea That The Success Is A Lot To Do With The Timing And Luck And That Divorces You From It Massively. There Are Aspects Of It That I Haven't Got Used To At All. But I've Enjoyed Some Parts Of It Massively. It Relates To The Same Reason I Did A Lot Of Backpacking — Partly For The Experience — It's Something To Tell My Grandkids. It's A Weird Chain Of Events To Have In Your Life.

You Fish, Swim, Eat, Laze Around, And Everyone's So Friendly. It's Such Simple Stuff, But... If I Could Stop The World And Restart Life, Put The Clock Back, I Think I'd Restart It Like This. For Everyone.

Vietnam, Me Love You Long Time. All Day, All Night, Me Love You Long Time. (...) Dropping Acid On The Mekong Delta, Smoking Grass Through A Rifle Barrel, Flying On A Helicopter With Opera Blasting Out Of Loudspeakers, Tracer-fire And Paddy-field Scenery, The Smell Of Napalm In The Morning. Long Time.