Last year as I hit my preliminary expiry date, (before committing to developing my own little virtual mind dump on the internet), I asked my Facebook friends for some advice on one of the most common questions I had been asked in that 12 months. That query was, “What had I put on my ‘Bucket List?”
I'm sure we are all familiar with this, but for those of you who for some reason haven’t come across the term, this is a list of things to do before you die.
To be honest, being a cantankerous middle aged man of simple pleasures and limited imagination, I’m pretty happy sharing time with my family, and spending a Saturday night watching Match of the Day with a cold beer; even if my team’s usual performance normally inspires me to further foreshorten my already limited time on this planet.
However, those frequent enquiries into my shamefully unambitious plans motivated me to start a ‘F**kit List’; an index of indifference, a catalogue of clichéd ambitions that I refuse to set myself as a measure my life’s contentment, success and validity. (Tony Hancock is alive and well and lives in me.)
Anyway, with tongue in cheek and continuing to stick two fingers up at my prognosis you can read more about it here on my website.
Let me know if you have any good ones!
