Have you ever wanted to do something crazy?
Have you ever wanted to walk on the wild side?
Have you ever wanted to leave the office environment and never return?
Driving up to Manchester one autumn’s evening in 1995, I decided something had to change.
The three hour journey from Leicester had turned into a six hour marathon, again.
It was cold, damp and desolate stuck in the endless lines of slow moving cars.
In my briefcase sat an unsigned and rather overly negotiated contract extension for my job in Leicester. When I finally arrived in Manchester at 11pm, bored, hungry and miserable – I knew that I could not face another winter of living and working out of a suitcase. It was time for serious change.
The week before, I had been stuck on a train for hours heading down to London.
The woman sat opposite me had left her travel magazine on the seat when she alighted at Luton. I had read my newspaper back to front and on the second time of reading, I found nothing new.
I reached over and killed a little time by flicking through the glossy magazine, but each time I thumbed the pages, my eyes returned to page...