Choices

Last night, I added to the list perhaps the most stellar of stories one can tell over a pint, although details of which I must omit because it involved my mates. I was left most aghast, although this wave of prudeness was as refreshing as it was surprising. But perhaps, more importantly, besides the gloriously salacious details it entails, it did get me abit pensive during my immense hangover this morning.

I remember a happy-clappy friend that I used to be very close to during my happy-clappy days used to repeat the cliche: talk is cheap. Indeed it is. For all the confident talk about principles, when it comes to the crunch, the choices we make are perhaps the most important thing. I have made some rather poor ones, especially last summer, but I'm proud to say I have been largely sound this year.

I'm hoping I'd be able to keep up the general principles I have so often been ranting about. And my best mates are free to kick my ass if I don't! :P