Already, there is a misunderstanding among friends that I am leading some kind of a perfect life, what with the motorcycle, the leather jacket, the exotic destinations, the socialising, the wine and the women, the single life, the constant partying, and so on. I wish they could see that it isn’t as much fun as they believe it to be.
Unfortunately, this post is not going to do anything to disabuse them of the absolutely preposterous notion that, leave alone me, anyone can have a perfect life. So, ‘Sigh!’ in advance.
That said, me and my ex-wife (and now, dear friend) sitting chatting about life generally and enjoying a whisky as Kym plays the piano (‘The Man In The Moon’) isn’t exactly something I’d scoff at.
As Prof Scott Galloway says at the end of all his communication, ‘Life is so rich’. Touché, Prof G. Touché.
