Ohh, this is getting a bit serious, I love differences of opinion -- but we can't all be right, can we?
So here's my two pennies worth:
I hate people who who start a sentence with ‘so’ (oops!), I love red wine, beer, and rum and coke. I love garlic. I love the sun (not the paper). I love my family. I love my mates. I love Beau Peep and Horace . I love comedy (the two are not unconnected
). I hate the Tories. I love smoking roll-ups. I hate my work. I hate cheese. I hate cats. I hate most of the stuff on telly at the moment. I love black and white films. I love Dad’s Army. I love Eric Sykes. I love Jeff Lynne and ELO, the music of the 20’s and 30’s (especially Al Bowlly, Billy Cotton, Lew Stone, Leslie Sarony, and Elsie Carlisle), Pink Floyd, Neil Innes, Mr Bowie, John Shuttleworth, Led Zeppelin, and many more. I hate Phil Collins, and most modern music. I love butter. I love meat (except lamb).
This is very black and white and simplistic (‘love’ and ‘hate’ is a bit strong) but you get my drift..
I just got back from a very enjoyable night out, so I'm rambling a bit and maybe lost my thread what I was going to say (the music references has nothing to do with it, but it's what I'm listing to now) but the gist is I had a
very nasty health scare a couple of years ago, but I got through it (thanks to the wonderful staff of the NHS).
It made me realise that I'm not getting any younger so I should start enjoying life a bit more. What’s the point of saving everything for that ‘rainy day’? I don’t ‘exercise’ though I walk to and from work every day. I eat and drink what I enjoy –- but in moderation, which I think is the key.
My point is (and it’s not directed at anyone), why be the richest/healthiest man in the graveyard? What’s the point of living like a hermit just to add a few more years on your life just to end up sitting and dribbling in a wee-soaked chair in an old folks home? As long as you don't burden anyone else, I say enjoy what you enjoy
today.
You've only got one life...