I remember the excitement of “overdoing it”, the anticipation of “going too far” and the sweet smell of excess. The resilience of youth to absorb punishment in the form of recreational stimulants is Olympian when viewed in the rear vision mirror as I motor on through my life. Speed limits have a different connotation nowadays and day dreaming has taken the place of artificially induced hallucinations. Much as I would like to be going faster I have at last started to look at the breathtaking scenery through which I am passing which for so much of my life has been but a blur in my peripheral vision. I slugged most of the glass down without realising that it was nectar, but luckily there’s some left which I mean to savour to the last drop. My glass in still half full.