[I’m really struggling to think of someone that I wish I could meet. I don’t need anyone else in my life than I have right now, and I don’t suffer from hero worship of ‘celebrity’. There is no-one that I can think of that I would like to meet, other than Bill Hicks (and he’s dead so off limits). I guess I’m just not all that interested in people. That sounds bollocks, doesn’t it? I mean, what else is there to human existence other than other people? Isn’t that the reason we’re here? Gah!]
Dear Me-In-The-Future,
I hope you have made note of those lottery numbers I asked of you. Just a couple of wins, that’s all I ask. The £25m Euromillions draw will do just fine. Something to tide me over for a while.
Thanks heaps!
Did England ever win the World Cup?
Lots of love,
Me-In-The-Present
