1. To score a hundred at Lords on front of a full house when opening the batting for Ireland.
2. To fire a shotgun in a manly fashion and not be thrown backwards by the recoil.
3. To be in a position to turn down Nicole Kidman.
4. To be able to afford a Canali suit.
5. To find a pair of trousers that fit me comfortably and aren't Road cords.
6. To live in New York. Again.
7. To have a den, filled wall to wall with books, which nobody would know about but me. And I could go there and write and read and write some more.
8. To own US Esquire magazine, Time, and the Wisden Cricketer. And to be a media barren in the Elliot Carver mould in general.
9. To be woken at 4.30am by the office telling me there had been a coup in Pakistan and I was booked on the 7am from Heathrow to Karachi. I would always have a suitcase packed for just such an event.
10. To be able to wake at 7am and not curse.
Friday, July 22, 2005
In My Head
It's 3am. I'm bored senseless. I'm off tomorrow so I feel obliged to be up till all hours which i am doing but now I've nothing to do but go to bed. Oh well...
Gwen Stefani rocks.
Gwen Stefani rocks.
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