Without these people, I probably would of built the site. But I’d be in a special home surrounded by special people and not actually fulfilling my travelling dreams at all. So, without further ado please raise your mugs of wine to the delectable;
Ash Kaye: For the awesome artwork that will soon adorn the head of this website. He’s available for freelance, and like the shapeshifter he is you can find him here and here.
Rutland Independent: They’ve given me my first break as a writer, and together they serve England’s smallest county with weekly goodness. Rutland Independent, I salute you.
Kristan: She’s oblivious to my existence, but her site was the spark to the very existence of Trail of Ant’s. The delightful, Kristin Pishdadi.
Megan: If Kristan was the spark, then Megan was the explosion. When I saw Megan’s blog, I had an out of body experience that made me sit down and commit to perfection. I didn’t make it, but Megan pretty much has. I am not worthy.
Paul Carlisle: Like a superstore of web knowledge, Paul was always on hand for me to go on a trolley dash. The slick nature (hopefully) of this site, is in many ways linked to the unlimited help Paul offered. I thank thee.
Craig Astbury: If Craig ever met Paul in Katz’s Deli, they’d be swinging a shiny new sign alongside Sally’s. Knowing Craig and his Wonder Wand were on hand to hack down the overgrown cyber-jungle, while single handedly swatting deadly JavaScript critters was comforting to say the least.
Wordpress: My relationship with Wordpress was like that of a feuding girlfriend, I wanted to slap [gently] and shout sense into her, before she grasped my head firmly and together we fulfilled some lustful fantasies upon my desk. Wordpress, grrrr.
Dreamhost: This is the first website I have had the pleasure of independently owning and publishing. Dreamhost and their “I can be your friend” attitude suited me down to the tee. Fore!
Flickr: As an image led portal to my world, Flickr is unrivaled in my humble opinion. I’ve never had a problem with this site, apart from the odd misspelling. Fuckr, you float my boat.
Monoslideshow: You’ll no doubt of been hypnotised by my photos for the last 40 minutes, the man behind my global brainwash is the über cool Monokai.
Lonely Planet: They come in for some stick, but that’s what you get for being the best, and the hardest thing about being the best is staying there. Lonely Planet, exactly what it says on the tin. Or guidebook. Whatever.
Wanderlust: They told me I’d have a long wait to get published, but that’s like telling me not to lick my lips while eating a donut. It’ll be tough, but worth the wait. Shun me all you like Wanderlust, I’ll always love you!
Google: Any site that says Go Ogle is good for me, that’s why I type “hot women”, “naked hairy chick” or “girl next doors Mum” into the hallowed white box. So, I’m sure you all know the numerous domains of the infamous Google empire.
Me!: I won’t lie to you. I’ve done bloody well to get this site going with the knowledge I had/have and I deserve to pat myself on the back! Touchwood it stays up and running because I’m not relishing fixing it from a desert island with a dial up connection. Craig, you know I love you right?
