Getting old is a strange state of affairs. Inside me there is a 16-21 year old who refuses to grow up. I remember actually really being in that age range and, well, the first time around I sort of wanted to be older; I didn’t appreciate how truly great it is to be young. They say you don’t miss something until it’s gone and that is so true!

Around ten years has gone by though, and I look in the mirror and start to see a middle aged women having some kind of early-mid-life crisis because she really does want to do all those things better suited to a late teenager. If there was one thing I would do if presented with athe ability to go back, it would be to live my life again whilst making more of it. Oh, and hopefully they would let me take back the knowledge of winning lottery numbers too, because it just ain’t cricket if you come from the future and can’t make a few quid on the side.