Musings about Life, the Universe and Everything. And how we miss DNA.
An everyday tale of vandalism and civil unrest…
In October 1993 I boarded a plane and embarked on what was supposed to be a two year round-the-world-and-finding-myself trip, but ended up as four months busking in Australia. One incident bookends this journey; beginning a couple of weeks after I arrived, and ending on my final night. It needs to be recorded, mostly because it happened almost exactly twenty years ago, but also because I’m getting on and don’t want to forget things.
Me. That is Ian Kendall, a magician from Scotland on the other side of the world.
JP. One of my […]
This is the traditional first blog post. Dull in the extreme, it’s the kind of thing that people type when they are getting the hang of using some new software (in this case, blogging software). On the plus side, at least it’s not the default post.