Once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away, I did stuff.
I went to bars, clubs, raves. I danced on the highest podiums. I haven’t always stayed on the right side of the law.
A man I knew got out of running a red light when he blamed my beauty for distracting him. The policeman agreed and let him off!
I’ve talked friends out of suicide; pulled a man from the path of a bus and saved another from being run over by a waltzer at the fair. I once waded into a full-on football riot to rescue an injured stranger
I’ve jumped out of a bloody plane, climbed a volcanic mountain range and a glacier FFS!
I get my kicks these days starting a new jigsaw or levelling-up on HayDay.
I need to do something worthwhile. Nothing I do or am at the moment matters even remotely. Not a bloody jot! Waste of fookin air, making the place look untidy.