Growing up, my Dad had a few choice phrases that he must have used daily :
There's no such word as can't
Life's not fair
Watch the tiger when it's licking your ear.
Never sign anything
Thank God for Dad really. I'm not sure I'd ever get out of bed feeling this rubbish, but every time I want to say "I can't" I remember there's no such word as can't. And I get up. And I go on.
When I get sick again and watch another dream flushed down the toilet by my stupid failing body, I briefly think about a moan, then I remember life isn't fair. Don't expect it to be.
When I lobby politicians or chat with strategists I never ever forget that tiger. He can only be licking my ear because he's hungry.
OK, I've adapted No4 for a cyber-world, but I never, ever, put anything in writing on twitter or my blog or facebook that I think I might regret. I never bite.
Good old Dad eh? Prepared me for the murky, self-serving, Machiavellian world of politics without even realising. Prepared me to drag my crappy body on and on through a very, very, difficult life and somehow keep a semblance of still being human.
Funny how things work out isn't it?