For some reason I feel fucking amazing.
I rewatched a documentary last night, and started re-reading my book on the biography of my all time hero - Paddy Mayne - he died at 40 in a car crash in 1955, but in his short life achieved more than most of us will ever achieve in 3 or 4 lifetimes.
International rugby player for Ireland, played for the British Lions at rugby in South Africa, was a fantastic boxer, came 2nd in a UK university competition, qualified in law, joined the British army as a commando in ww2, became in charge of the SAS when David Stirling was captured, rose to Left-Colonel even though he had a habit of knocking out senior officers he didn't like, destroyed over 100 Nazi airplanes single handedly, when he ran out of bombs to plant would climb in the cockpit and rip out the instrument panels with his bare hands, was the joint most decorated British soldier in WW2, didn't get the VC but should have had, won the Croix de Guerre, and the Legion D'Honneur, and a pile more stuff between.
All before he was 30.
What the flip. If he can do that, surely I can earn enough to pay my bills?