Today marks a full month since I have travelled anywhere, and I have to say I am looking forward to boarding my BA flight to London this Saturday night like a junky anticipating his next fix. What can I say? I was born restless, a Travelin’ Man. Like Ishmael who, after too long in one place started feeling like ‘walking down the street and knocking people’s hats off their heads’, I have to put out to sea again. Well, over and across it in this case.
In London will be addressing the lads and lasses of University of Roehampton on social entrepreneurship, and then meeting with the faculty in a roundtable on same topic. Quick sprints to Brussels, Geneva, and Amsterdam to meet with potential investors in our holding company.
Speaking of anticipation, I look forward with relish to another entertaining Republican debate at 8 pm tonight. Seriously, it’s so much better than SNL or any of the shows that actually try to be funny.
Gingrich’s latest antic was, in response to a supporter’s request that he “bloody Obama’s nose”, to riposte that he would “knock him out”.
Now that encounter I would pay money to see. Imagine Obama, just turned 50, fit as a fiddle, plays hoops several times a week, touching gloves in the center of the ring:
“And in this corner, 6 foot 1 inches, 180 pounds, the President of the United States of America!”
“And in this corner, the challenger, 6 foot tall and weighing in at…………..250 pounds? Uh, you sure you want to do this, Sir?”
The only part of the debate I’m not looking forward to is the one where the candidates describe their vision for America. To the extent I comprehend it, it’s not a place I want to live.
Let’s hope I don’t have to.
Rupert