This incident has come to epitomise everything I do. I immediately excel then swiftly screw up before making some large, life-changing decision based solely upon a tenuous ‘what if?’ scenario. I’m sure the inevitable end point of this life philosophy is for me to drop out of everything altogether.
And this, in turn, will hopefully allow me to fulfil my long-held dream of escaping to life on a canal boat. I can’t really rationalise this desire other than I think trundling along aimlessly would somehow suit my reclusively aloof lifestyle. I’d also quite like to grow a grizzly boatman beard and see this as the perfect excuse.