Downside #37

You become a bar bore What, you? Master of continents, trotter of the globe, raconteur, ravisseur and person of the people, an incorrigible ear-bender? Sorry, but yup - sooner or later all that travelling alone will make you so desperate for some sympathetic company that at the first sign of someone being nice to you you'll be drivelling in their uncaring lughole for the next six hours about life, travel, food, sheep, porridge, underwear, your job, how crap your job is, how great you are and why oh why did that Greenlandic turtle-hunter's wife six years ago never return your calls. Eventually you'll get to the point where you instinctively try to avoid yourself every time you see a mirror, by which time there will hopefully be a law allowing barmen to euthanise you on sight. Luckily the wonders of modern technology can provide an outlet for these tragic urges: it's called a blog. Deposit your woes electronically, kid yourself that someone actually reads it and voila, instant sanity. Sadly this essentially involves replacing people with computers in your life, which means you'll be even lonelier and probably resort to stalking people online, perhaps the only activity in the world more tragic than wanking into your own socks. So if anyone does fancy a chat about, well, me, my Librerian handphone number's [*removed for the sake of public order -Ed.*]