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For the first time in recorded history everyone has an equal chance of success. Or that’s what we like to tell ourselves. We gape at the powerful, unwaxed women that are directors and CEOs. We smile fondly at the emasculated house-husband that stays home to tend to the children. Sure, Spics and Polacks still man the mops and paint our walls, but everyone knows of at least one rich and successful Mexican or American Indian! They might not all be…

Recently I was contacted by a very nice Canadian chap called Lee. He writes for a big Internet blog and news source — the kind of site that has a million unique visitors a month — and he asked me if I’d like to write for them! Apparently, I’m a bit snarky. Apparently that’s what they want; someone that tells it like it is. Someone that isn’t afraid to step on a few toes. And that’s cool. I can do…

I really shouldn’t be left alone with a copy of Photoshop, chocolate biscuits (cookies, if you’re illiterate) and my muse, Eric the blind cat. And for the non-Americans: there’ll be just enough irony that’s hilarious to us… and invisible to them. Tune in on Monday.

If you can’t see the audio player, you’ll have to view it on my blog. But it’s only a minute long, and not that exciting, so you can probably skip it, unless you want to hear my impression of a throat-cancer victim. If you hadn’t gathered already, I’m big and imposing, like two conjoined Pavarotti Siamese twins. I’m a fairly prolific person; I don’t do things on a small scale. When I take photos, I take a lot of photos…

I’ll start with something most people don’t know about me: I can’t drive. (This will seem like a total non sequitur, but hang in there, I’ll deliver the goods, trust me.) I’ve driven rally cars at high speed down treacherous dirt tracks. I’ve competitively raced quad bikes. I’ve taken a Dodge Viper to almost half the speed of sound. But… I don’t have a driving license. A little odd, considering I once dreamt of being the world’s greatest rally driver…

This continues on from my hot air balloon flight over Cappadocia in central Anatolia, Turkey. If you like, you could also read about all of my adventures in Turkey. Below us, as we flew over the unique, wild moonscape of Cappadocia, were thousands of hand-carved dwellings and churches. From above, we couldn’t make out much — just valley after valley of ancient villages and cities. I couldn’t wait to get down there and actually explore on foot; getting lost in…