When we realised that I’d left my tent in San Francisco we really were in trouble, as we didn’t have enough money to stay in hotels and we were at the mercy of strangers.
We were staying with people that didn’t know us, who we had absolutely no connection to and it could have been awful, but they opened up their homes to us.
I've found that the better you do in life, the nicer the holiday you go on. That risk taking is fun – and I think that’s something you lose the older you get because you don’t want to take a risk.
I’ve had loads of great holidays in America, Italy and Europe, where I've stay in lovely villas and had a great time, but do I remember one single thing about them? The older you get the more you think to yourself ‘I’ve worked so hard, I just want a nice holiday’.
is the story of two best friends, escaping to America post-University to avoid getting a job and, after losing their tent, facing one disaster after another. It was just a big wheeze to avoid getting a proper job, that was the main thrust behind it and I didn’t have a clue what I wanted to do when I left University.
The trip acted as a major segway between childhood and being an adult.
I didn’t say anything for a long while and we were in such a desperate, dire and awful state, we weren’t sure what to do! Why do you think the book has taken so long to write? I was having Sunday lunch with my parents, we started talking about our family holidays and were literally crying at how bad they were.