It is quarter past three in the morning and I cannot sleep because of jet-lag. This is part of the reason for the title to this post. I love the movie Lost in Translation. Apart from the fact that Bill Murray is such a great actor and somebody I love to watch on the screen, this film really spoke to me.
You see, I spend a lot of my life abroad. In 2007, I spent what seems like half the year abroad. It was probably more like about three months in total, but at the same time, I know the feeling of being somewhere and looking at a TV that is spouting stuff that is only vaguely interesting to me.
It is not something I am going to change anytime soon, but at the same time, when I am unable to sleep when I get back to Ireland, I cannot help but think that it is time to stop doing this.
I have been invited to speak in Colombia in May and I have not said yes to the invitation yet. When I tell people that I am going to get an all-expenses paid trip to Colombia where everybody will be extremely nice to me and where I will be treated like royalty and still I have not said yes, then it seems somehow like I am being somehow a bad sport.
Truth is, I am not sure I can handle more of the bizzare-tv-show experience.
I have been to North America twice this year and South America once. In the past two years I have been around the world, all over Europe and to North and South America several times. God knows how many species I might have extincted because of the amount of global warming I have been responsible for.
So, Bill Murray speaks to me.
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Im going to use that as my defense next time I do something stupid.
He was in Belfast recently, standing pissed in the middle of the city centre trying to direct traffic.
The more I know about Bill Murray, the more I like him.