Wow. I have finally found someone I respect.
There was an article in last weeks Observer magazine about Charles Veley, a self made millionaire who is only 44 now, but decided to see the world a few years ago, and at the time of printing, he had been to 806 different countries.
That is something I would really like to do. Then again, visiting a lot of the countries, he had more or less landed, got the photo, then buggered of elsewhere. I know it is time consuming, but if I am visiting somewhere, I want to stay at least one night, so I can go out and experience it. Mr Veley (as I call him), has still done pretty good though, and it must be fantastic to retire and do what you want at such an early age (he was 35 when he made his fortune).
That is not the full story though, and he is not the person I respect in this tale, not by a long chalk (oh no, not at all).
The real man I look up to is the captain of the boat Mr Veley (as I call Him), hired to get him away from Christmas Island. After Mr Valey (as I call him) had waited for three days for the boat, he went to introduce himself to the boats captain. The captain was drunk, stoned, naked and masturbating. What a man! It takes me back to the old days in Amsterdam, when I was served by a man who was watching porn and masturbating behind the counter (Did he have his penis in full view mister? Oh yes, he certainly did!).
The captain is the most recent person I shout out my respect to, although someone else in Leeds is already nicknamed the captain, so he can't be called that.
I will lead my life like the captain from now on (Damn, too late, I already do). What a man. Respect.
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