One Thousand Words
Bluelighter
Actually...ignoring the fact I'm....erm....fairly confident you are dressing up half a story to make yourself something you aren't....the only club I know of who were even part sponsored by Prada were a club I used to have a connection with. So if you care to saintly give me your real name and playing years by PM I think I can do some cross checking on this, which obviously will come out in your favour if you aren't bullshitting.
Ignoring the fact you've never met a yardie in your life of course...
It's ok SHM, the sooner you stop beating yourself up trying to compare your life with others ther sooner you can be truely happy. There will always be someone faster, richer, funnier and has a wife who cooks scones every Sunday. Not every successful person in life is miserable. I've made peace with this idea many years ago.
My life has been what it is, I make no apologies for that or feel the need to embalish. I've run drugs across state lines, passed university with honours, played rugby in Italy, bred two gorgeous kids, traversed across the world working my way towards a career so unique that I'm one of a handful of people who practice what I do. My life is not interesting enough for a book but I have enough stories to hold my own while we pass a spliff around a camp fire. Ask me again in 5 years and I'll be disappointed if I haven't had many more adventures. The day I place a rug across my lap and sip cocoa in front of eastenders is the day I put a bullet in my head.
I'm sure you have led a life of intrigue too. I'd be surprised if at one time in the past 40 yrs we have not been less than 5 degrees of seperation away from a dusty drug fueled dance floor or a prostitute ridden urban street.
