In the departure lounge, having breakfast, I had to put up with one of those people who never shut the fu*k up.
You know the ones I mean.
This bloke was late forties, a Londoner, said he was a filmmaker, banging on about his life in Thailand, drugs, beach parties and night clubs, this DJ was playing at this night club, that DJ was playing at this night club.
Sorry, I don’t live that kind of life any more.
I’d said in my poshest, most pompous, puffed up, super-spiritual voice.
I’m a Christian. I used to take a lot of drugs. But I stopped about 15 years ago, when I was born again.
How little I knew about my self, back then.
But to know a man well, were to know himself