As a mid-fourties family-less man, I absolutely regret many of the decisions I’ve made that got me here.

I’ve realised I’ve been playing at a low steaks table. Smashing box and doing drugs is something a guy should do very briefly, if at all, in his early twenties. This is not a Man’s Game.

Then he’d better man up and focus on what is Good and Right or his life will be a fucking waste.

I mean even just purely selfishly, being frail-aged and having no one who genuine cares about me is fucking terrifying.