When I was a wee lad and anyone asked me “John, what do you want to be when you grow up?”……I would always say a policeman. My father found the ambition to be not of a high enough standing and kept on at me to upgrade to brain surgeon……or chairman of a leading cruise line.
As I got older I wanted to be a vet, a spy, a pilot, a novelist and a porn star. As I reached the age of 18 it was obvious to everyone that I had neither the brains nor the equipment to be any of those. And so I flirted with Customs and Excise. Had a brief affair with Lloyds of London until I buggered off and HOORAH………unless you’re my father, whose still dreams of me holding a scalpel — a Cruise Director. My sister wanted to be a horse riding thingy and a fashion designer. She could have done either but ended up being a banker ……..a highly sort after head hunted banker with a beautiful family.
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