Hitching to India when I was 20 was like a rite of passage, hitting the road with just a loaf of bread, a sleeping bag, a clarinet and a toothbrush, determined to trust in Fate and make my way overland with the gods on my side.

Returning to England for the first time in years, I lived on the river in Cambridge for a couple of summers taking tourists for a ride in a traditional narrow boat. The history I made up as I went along.

I spent 3 months in the streets of Tokyo selling my soul along with silver rings, fake watches and useless trinkets to the gullible Japanese for the Israeli mafia.

[Excerpt from Tales of a Road Junky ] Goa in 1995 had already passed its heyday as the Mecca of…

When I was younger I wanted to be a clown. I was honoured to be one of the last people Schmuel ever spoke to.