Rik

 

So. I’m sitting in a rather smoky bar in Amsterdam. I’m waiting for Poppy who’s meeting me. It seems a suitable moment to write about myself. It all started with my job at *****. That shaped me a lot I reckon. Oh and LSE probably affected me just a bit too, I would imagine. Before I left I was working many many hours. I was a nu-media consultant, which I’m becoming less certain what that was now that I’ve left. Most of my time was spent networking, reading articles written by other people like me, and spreading more ideas that were really just here-say. People seemed to believe me because I was confident, I had an educated voice and supposedly I was an expert.

It was a career that was very easy to get consumed by. I was surrounded by people who knew how big the internet was going to be, how communication would be revolutionized in a period of a few years. And I would have ideas. Lots of them. I’d sit in pubs just throwing out plans like I was reading lines from a plot.

 

So one day I come home with an idea which hits me mid-afternoon. Why not just con people ? Why be clever for a corporation, when you could just get fun from personal deviousness. Later that night we’re in the pub. Me and Jack. Later there’s Poppy and Jasmine too. With my normal gusto, I throw the idea at Jack who loves it with his normal confidence boosting verve.

 

Poppy and Jasmine took a bit more convincing, but not much more. I don’t know where this is going, but also I don’t really care. And for me that is the beauty.

 

Oh and I should mention the mischief ness element. All of this sounds like a hell of ball. 2 boys and 2 girls travel the world with no responsibilities, broad minds and no reason for their day-to-day lives except to have a good time.

 

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