THE NAKED PHOTO ALBUM - WILD-WILD-WEST - COUNTRY This page has some pictures taken in Devon and Cornwall, which I call, for reasons of comedy, the Wild-Wild-West-Country, a.k.a. The End Of The Land Show.

When you're finished with this page, use the links below to find more stuff: When I was young... Red Hot and Cool in Cyprus! Who are you calling a cycle-path? It's true, I am a real wheel nut! I work(ed) hard for a living. How do you get two Whales in a Mini...? If you want to get ahead... Wild-Wild-West-Country. Two go Mad in Madeira! Other fun-fun-fun in the sun-sun-sun. Every album has them! Home sweet home. Just a stones throw away... Holiday North of the Border. So far, Herstmonceux good. Barrr-Ceeee-Lo-Naaaa! Rhodes signs. Milan and/or bust. Paul: A man and his women. Back to the main Naked Photo Album index page.

PAUL'S THOUGHT: I HELPED THE POLICE DO A
FINGERTIP SEARCH. I DIDN'T FIND ANY THOUGH.

This is Parliament Street in Exeter on a rather dark day in October 2002. But all is not as it seems. Parliament street is actually the alley between the Nickleby's and T-Mobile shops. It's alleged to be the world's narrowest street, at just 25" wide at its tightest point. It was only one of many interesting things I saw or that happened on this weird weekend. I also: Visited Lands End on a whim, was rescued by the fastest RAC man in history, met a woman wearing a backless PVC dress, slept under a pile of balloons on the back seat of my Renault 5, became The Amazing Self-Captioning Man and had to explain myself to the police. More of all this below!

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PAUL'S THOUGHT: IF YOU MISBEHAVE ON A BOAT,
ARE YOU GIVEN A STERN WARNING?

The End of the Land Show. After sleeping for a mere one and a half hours and having to explain to the police what I was doing in the west country (they thought I was a drunk driver after I pulled off the road to check my atlas at 4.30am) I eventually reached Land's End before dawn and thus became the last person on the English Mainland to see the sun come up. It was so windy I could hardly fight my way out of my car and had to prop my camera tripod against a fence to stop it from blowing over. You'll notice I'm not smiling in one picture above. It's because I was frozen solid and mentally beating myself up for not bringing a coat on this grand/stupid adventure. I'd only just warmed up from kipping on the back seat of my little car. In contrast, you can admire a nice-warm-wooly-jumper-wearing-me at John o'Groats in July 2003 on my Holiday North of the Border page.

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PAUL'S THOUGHT: WHEN THEY ASKED ME WHAT I WANTED
TO BE WHEN I GREW UP, I TOLD THEM I'D OPTED-OUT.

Below are video links:

Paul: The Amazing Self-Captioning Man/Boy. As you can see above, when I was a kid I went to the little Cornish village of Paul, and since it wasn't far off of my route on the way home, I went again. I had my picture taken next to the Paul sign on that occasion too, while wearing an orange t-shirt with a green alien thing giving an offensive gesture on it. Since it was 1981, I was about nine or ten. Ah, childhood memories... Anyway, you've got the choice of old and new still shots, a comedy video and some wet video from Paul's neighbouring village Mousehole to pick from above. From here, I returned home via Plymouth, Exeter, Bristol, Swindon and Oxford. I'd covered 684 miles in 28 hours at an average speed of almost 25 miles per hour, single handed. I was in bed by 10pm and asleep in about an eighth of a second. If you want to know about the woman and the backless PVC dress, you'll just have to ask me.

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