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And vice versa I’m sure.

I was a little gloomy last night as I sat and tinkered with the surprisingly truculent pc I’ve been building. I can’t say why, but I started thinking about my life, what I’ve done with it, what I’m doing with it, and where it’s heading while I was attempting to reseat some potentially dodgy RAM. This is because I know how to party. Whoop, and indeed, whoop.”

Now, usually this is dangerous territory for me as I’m infinitely more scathing about myself than I am about anything else I’ve ever derided for being a complete waste of time and space. If you can imagine it, it’s like having a backseat driver who, as well as not liking the way you drive, will constantly relay how awful everything you’ve ever done is, provide examples and opine that, frankly, if they were you, they’d off themselves and free up some space for more competent, likeable folk. It can get awkward.

Yesterday someone had evidently slipped the black dog a bone and, rather than berate myself for some transgression of yesteryear, I found myself considering the positives of which, it must be said, there are a surprising number.

For example, I’ve spent a happy summer wandering around the ruins of the Minoan civilisation on Crete and watched the sun set over Knossos. I’ve sat in a remote bay on a tiny Scottish island and watched dolphins playing; I’ve even eaten Stilton in Stilton (despite the misnomer). I’ve watched deaths and births and much that passes in-between, I know of secret paths and fields and glades and where to find the Walls of Troy. I’ve had drunken nights watching the stars in places I’ll never see again and I’ve met people who, one way or another, have changed how I think and feel and act.

It’s easy to become dismayed at my lack of a fast car, big house, and mound of cash; but it’s not like I can take it with me. Besides, I’ve seen the hoard from Sutton Hoo and that makes up for a lot.