Lucky sod that I am
So many...

My children's births. Both were traumatic and magical - bit like being lovebombed during the Battle of the Somme. Also left me with even more respect for Mrs Calgacus and a permanently altered perspective of what's important.

Ballooning over the Massai Mara on honeymoon before settling down to a champagne breakfast on the savannah. Will never forget looking down on a giraffe galloping.

Walking across Washington Square Park in NYC in a sudden snowfall with my wife. Just a perfect moment.

Leaning out of a dorma window of a cottage on a crisp, sunny October morning in beautiful, beautiful Applecross, steam rising from the cup to meet my breath. Listening to the silence and gazing over Raasay to Skye.

Driving north from Embra after my finals for a weekend at Sandwood Bay - a mile long stretch of sandy heaven south of Cape Wrath. After months of stress, I drove for six hours listening to Bod Dylan and being blown away by the most beautiful scenery on God's green earth.

Am therefore a bit puzzled as to I'm so fecking pissed off. Must be my job, which has turned into a suckily sucktastic suckathon of ubersuckiness.

Length? Oh yeah. Apologies? Aye right...
( calgacus Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 12:08, Reply)