Day 9: I need some advice, and why does no one drink coffee in this country?

The first day in my new pad started well. I awoke amongst mountains of pillows, and fluffy duvets. I breathed in the crisp English air and looked at the view into the garden complete with apple tree (will promise to take a photo tomorrow). I had a skype call at 9am so I wafted around the house and went to make coffee — and then……. ARMAGEDDON no coffee. Well that is not really true, a small bit of coffee at the bottom of the bag, but not enough for a proper cup and definitely not enough to get me through the day that lay ahead of me. I searched high and low — there must be coffee somewhere in this house. But no. Because no one in the UK drinks coffee!!!!! Or they drink that horrible instant stuff that removes my will to live. And when you go to a café they charge you the equivalent of $5 for a pathetic excuse of a coffee. I really like this country but seriously I am going to have to carry coffee on me at all of the time (I do already travel with an Aeropress).

Anyway I am getting sidetracked. Today I got some good news — my Vayable account has been approved and I am now officially a London tour guide. You can check out / and book my tour here. I am having an inaugural tour on the 19th at 3pm so if you are London bound or know anyone who is then please share.

I also got a few orders through my new shop — which it seems like is a bit easier for everyone. So I am also going to put the book up on the store. I know a lot of people had trouble with GoFundMe so this way you can fund me for something (delivery before Xmas I promise).

Now onto the advice I need. A strange thing happened earlier this week. A guy from Sydney read the Huffington Post article and got in touch through the site. He is coming to London and wanted to buy me lunch and hear about my adventures. I gladly accepted (who said there is no such thing as a free lunch). But then he mentioned that I should meet a guy who runs an agency for, for want of a better word ‘thought leaders’ or people who have ideas and want to spread them. His sister is also one of the most famous voices in the sharing economy, and he was there when she wrote the book. We met at a café in Shoreditch and over an hour and a half jammed about the possibilities and pitfalls of the sharing economy and about what I have been discovering. He thinks it’s interesting. The stories, the investigation, and some of my somewhat rambling theories.

Then he gave me an offer — he would represent me, work with me to get my thoughts out there. To hone my scope. To help me score opportunities to talk about what it is I am passionate about to more people. But, as he put it, his is a commercial business — there is no sharing to be done here. The cost £500 for a plan of attack and at least 5 high profile contacts.

To be honest I don’t really know what to think? I’ve had an ‘agent’ before when I was a director but I never had to pay anything. That said a friendly intro to his sister might be worth the £500 even if nothing happens, and defining my path forward might be priceless. I don’t know, and because this is a sharing experiment, I am looking to all of you for help. I have shared my life for the last 9 days, it’s time for you guys to share some wisdom and advice — I will really appreciate it.

But for now I’m going to make some Mexican, and ponder my future. If this experiment has taught me anything so far it is that life is unpredictable when you let go. I knew it would be an adventure and it certainly looks like it is becoming one.

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