Living the life!

I must admit, i've always enjoyed life and made sure that I had a bloody good time all along the way.

Granted that this was a long time before the "The Beginning" that i'm rattling on about at the moment (this is me prancing about with France fans at the Portugal Euro Champs in 2004) i've made sure i've had a smile on my face the whole way through the lot of life.

Ok, much like everyone else, there's been the odd downer or two along the way (broken hearts, plenty of hangovers etc.). But I think that it's looking back at bits 'n bobs like this that'll probably help everyone who ends up in the shit later on, to deal with it a bit better. It's certainly something that's put a smile on my face again on a good few occassions.

From a more physiological point of view though, it was something that quickly let me know a bit more about the damage that had been done to my brain in particular the hippocampus.

A reasonable recall of my higher biology had meant that when the consultant had started rattling on about my hippocampus. I had a fair idea of what he was talking about.

In the simplest terms though, it meant that although Encephalitis had left me with my night in the yellow t-shirt (a fair extent of it anyway). It was going to that my nights of fist-pumping on the dancefloor at stag doo's, were going to be lost, as soon as they were made. "Where did you guys end up anyway?" was now even more difficult, and in fact, almost impossible to answer.