It was 4 am and over a Talisker on ice Donna asked me what makes me happy.
Late night metaphysical questions are best discussed naked under the covers with the lights out. But it seemed rude to leave Alan McCarroll in the lounge listening alone to my favourite Mark Oliver Everett album.
So fully clothed I explained that the state of happiness is not a life ambition. The pursuit of wisdom and inner enlightenment (notwithstanding loadsasex and loadsamoney) is the path for the righteous.
And I reflected on the day just passed, the Archers Sleepcentre annual day out.
I was amazed that Dean had slaughtered all and (more…)
