GRAHAM FIELD
Overland motorcycle travel author, strong desires and infinite dreams

What happened

I really was unsure, should I keep this personal, it is after all quite invasive surgery, my Bulgarian teacher said ‘your books are very personal perhaps you should share this too.’

Sam Manicom suggested posting on my behalf, I was reluctant, I’m not a fan of sympathy seeking posts “hugs hon, thinking of ya’’ I do remember when I posted a photo of myself hooked up to a drip last year with kidney stones the response was overwhelming I could see how someone could get addicted to such things.

Wheelie GoodFor my 50th birthday, Adventure Bike TV surprised me by taking me to Wheelie School. I learned that at 50 I could get it up on the back wheel.

day 20Having just finished Ureka, my talented, witty and modest friend Bob Staunch, felt inspired to write this song. He sampled my voice, edited it and took my ramblings out of context, making for a funny but incredibly catchy little ditty.

Warning it's a bit of an ear worm.

An extract from Ureka

The streets are lined with pavement cafes endless tables of mostly older gentlemen drinking chai whilst indulging in their weekly catch up. I see a phone shop, I bet I can get a new memory card there; I pull up and weave my way through the maze of tables on the pavement. I can’t quite explain what I need so I go back to my bike to get an example, all be it 4 times the size. An elderly Muslim gentlemen calls out to me

‘Monsieur we would be honoured if you would drink chai with us’

Ang on, I’m in the middle on a transaction here.

‘One moment sir, I’ll be right back’ I continue with my quest, he looks at my memory card, understands exactly what I need and confirms he hasn’t got anything like that at all. I go and sit with the chai drinkers.

Different Natures and different covers, hundreds of the bloody things.

There I was riding through Central America when I was hit by a divine flash of inspiration, it’s not unusual, some of my clearest thoughts and dearest wisdoms have come to me through an open visor. However this particular inspired thought was simply wrong. I'm a writer not an artist or a graphic designer. I’m quite good at creating content to go between the covers but it’s the covers that people judge the content by, and all you would surmise from my first attempts at cover design is, the book is shite.