Sometimes life throws you a grenade, blows a limb off, and makes funny faces at you afterwards. You've just gotta pick it up, stitch up, and keep on walking.
At some point you'll get past the mine field and can have tea with the boys.
To my good friend Darren, who's father is currently dying of complications caused by the cancer he's been fighting, all my best wishes, and hope in the future for his family.
To all my friends, my darling Andrea, and my father, my love for being there, because when those you love aren't there any more, that's the bit that hurts the most; don't forget them while you have them.