Life doesn't always go quite to plan, does it? Here I am, 53, nearly 54, and I'm out of step. I'd rather be starting a family than playing golf or planning my retirement. I'm in great health, I've got energy and resources and time. I don't know; if it's okay for George Cloony, maybe it's okay for me? I'm English. I hope in a good way. I'm a good bet for a desert island or a dinner party. My dogs are well behaved and happy. I earn my living with my brain, but I'm a physical man in the world too. I know what feelings are, and sometimes what to do with them. I'm reliable, responsible and kind. I have roots; I am known; I'm part of a community. I have two left feet and I can't carry a tune, but I can fell a tree or build a wall. I will be happy in your happiness and appreciate you as you are, and if you need me to, I'll fight your dragons.