The day got of to a bad/good start when my kids presented me with a bottle of dark rum as a father's day pressie. plus they insisted on cooking me a full English breakfast. It was worth it to hear my six-year-old son boast that he had "cut the mushrooms" which I think was his entire output. Breakfast was nice. I also treated myself to a couple of "naughties" that I love - a can of Red Bull and a bottle of Lucozade, habits I'll have to curtail in future. Was determined to gave a lazy day...

Amazingly, soon I will reach 37 years of age. I say amazingly simply because endless hurdles have been placed in my way to prevent me from reaching such a perilous age, including the initial set back of being declared "dead-in-the-womb" shortly before my [caeserian] birth. I used to be fat. Okay, so I'm fat now, but I used to be REALLY fat. From the age of eleven, my weight forever matched my age. At twenty-four I finally gathered the wherewithal to get off my chubby butt and do somethin...