I’m not a Hippie or even a Beat. You cannot go through life with labels stuck on you. But I am alternative.

I was part of the Sixties Underground and took on a lot of the idealism and optimism of those times. I was seeped in Kerouac and Ginsberg and took that all into my spirit.

I wanted a new way of living that did not fit with this greedy capitalist dream. I did not see wealth, power and fame as sensible goals that lead to happiness and fulfilment. I wanted something more personal and internal. Excitement, love, creativity, music, adventure, experience, friendship, travel, wisdom and beauty seemed much more fulfilling to me.

I took from those times and experiences and then grew and adapted. I am the product of my times, experiences and personality.

So what do I mean by alternative?

I am a creative person, a free thinker, who imagines a different way of living. I seek fulfilment in different ways. I am an idealist and optimist who looks at the mess people are making of the planet and, rather than pretending that it has nothing to do with me, is looking for a better way of living.

There has to be more to life than consuming drivel.

I do it my way.