Well, it’s a funny old life. You bumble along for a while, and then just when you think you’ve got it sussed, everything changes. Not that I’m complaining, I’ve had a very fortunate life so far.
Thing is, as of Wednesday I will be unemployed for the first time since I left school, nearly 34 years ago. I have been applying for jobs, and will continue to do so, but competition is fierce and the incentive, I must admit, is not great. Of course, I will need to eat, etc., but I can probably survive for a few months at least before panic sets in (or the snow starts to fall). I am being politely encouraged to take myself off for a week or two by myself and not to come back until I have had a good time, but I have absolutely no idea where to go or what to do when I get there. Friends and relatives are scattered to the four winds and I would be hard-pressed to visit all of them without getting travel-sick, or without offending anyone along the way. So what I’m looking for are some helpful ideas – bearing in mind that I am of a certain age and not likely to enjoy (say) living it up in Ibiza or even wallowing in a field at Glastonbury. And that my passport has expired. And that if I was a bloke I would already have my walking boots on, my beard at the ready and a pint of real ale to hand.
What would Spillers do? Answers on a postcard, please … and here is some music to get you thinking: