"You lucky, lucky bastard!"You lucky, lucky bastard.


You must have slipped him a few sheckles, eh?

Slipped him a few sheckles? You saw him spit in my face!

Oh! What wouldn’t I give to be spat at in the face. I sometimes hang awake at night dreaming of being spat at in the face.

Well it’s not exactly friendly, is it? They have me in manacles!

Manacles?! Ooohaaawwww. My idea of heaven is to be allowed to be put in manacles… just for a few hours.*

I often watch or read the news about some horrific accident, or about a new conflict springing up in some far away place like Syria and think “Actually, my life’s not so bad.”

Never being satisfied is a very western disease, I think and one we’re all afflicted with. Okay, I don’t mean in terms of our work – I’m never satisfied with my writing, but I learned a long time ago there comes a time when you have to put down the mouse or pen and let it go. That aside, we’re often self-absorbed (okay, maybe you’re not), we often forget how good we actually have it and I’ll admit I’m guilty of that.

There are times when it’s very difficult to remember the privileges and advantages one has and so easy to get caught up in depression and want. I don’t know why I want anything more – I’ve got a house full of stuff I’m trying to get rid of at the moment!

I think it’s good idea to take a moment and remember all the things (and I don’t just mean physical possessions) we should be thankful for. Hey, America has a whole holiday just for that purpose. Maybe the rest of us should have one, too.

I’ve got a place to live with heat, water and enough to eat, quite a few luxuries, people who I love and who love me and a pretty good standard of living. I need to remember how fortunate I am more often.

So yeah, I am a lucky bastard**.


* From Monty Python’s Life of Brian, if you didn’t recognise it.
** In the figurative sense of the word, not the literal.