Lives in Guildford

Am often to be found packing a bag to scoot off to France at the mere thought of a weekend spent with friends. My travels, thus far, have taken me far and wide (The Americas, SE Asia, Australasia, The Channel Islands (not as glam but I am from Guernsey) a wonderlust that often means that the diamonds I had on my 'to get' list may have to wait until next month. Have been planning, for some time, to abscond with a willing victim to play 'City Slickers' somewhere mountainous, wild and unpredictable. Wyoming? Why not? Chile? Bit chilly? Who knows, who cares? Just need a willing ned and an ar*e made of similar leather to the saddle upon which I intend to spend at least 8 hrs a day. As the driver of one, I like a Mini adventure and a day at the races, be that Silverstone or Sandown, gets my pulse racing. Laid back and not taking life too seriously seems to have got me this far, thus far. So, in summary, in the words of the great philosopher Dr. Pepper: what's the worst that can happen?