It’s all too much for a young lad. You ‘know’ someone for 30 years and then you find out that you don’t know them at all. It’s quite shocking. Shocking and yet, I guess, we’re all capable of it to some extent. Leading a double life that is, or being ‘two’ people.
I know I am. By day, overweight shambling mariner type, mid fifties and full of angst. By night, international rock star/commodities broker, stud-muffin. I walk a fine line. It’s a question of balance of course. Too much one way or the other and it’ll all fall down around your ears.