In my last post I asked visitors to this blog whether I should take up a rash of freebies offered to me. Most of you said I should, a few said I’d be selling my soul if I did and Mother Nature put the matter to rest by sending along Hurricane Katrina to wipe out Biloxi and Gulfport – the two places I was supposed to visit to write an article for The Observer.
I’ve had to give the familiarisation tour to Gujarat a miss too. It would have meant being away for my daughter’s 1st birthday and as much as I would have loved to visit that part of India I don’t think I could afford the years of pyscho-therapy Daisy would have insisted on when she found out I had abandoned her so early in life.
So that left the golf tournament in Ireland – a gig that demanded no more of me than to turn up, play a couple of rounds of golf and drink loads of Guinness. Over the eighteen holes I lost twenty five balls and discovered that when I wear golf clothes I look an awful lot like Gil Grissom in CSI!
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Peter Moore, travel writer and now…….crime solver! i like it, has an edge. Can’t wait for the Pilot…i see it now CSI: Via Lonely planet!