I confess — I am a boy in a man’s body.
Okay, Mrs BetterComms will argue I am a boy in a very LARGE man’s body, a man much in need of exercise. But I digress…
I remember when I was working at LineOne in London and used to catch a bus that crossed the Thames via one of the bridges (I forget which one). Even after 12 years in the country I STILL got a thrill — a kind of “WOW! this is LONDON and I’m HERE” sort of thrill.
I am STILL, after 14 years involvement with internet and www stuff, STILL blown away by how I can sit in a tapas bar and read the thoughts and feelings of a bunch of people around the world who I am likely to never meet face-to-face, but who because of our shared passions mean a heck of a lot to me.
Anyone else still giddy about this?