Summary
AS a few million years of evolution seem to have furnished us with a reasonable instinct for self-preservation, I have a well- founded cynicism towards all those lists of things we're meant to pack in before we die. Frankly, most of them seem more concerned with hastening the process that separates us from our mortal coil than actually enriching our time on this earth.
So, thanks but no thanks to the suggestion that I might want to swim with tiger sharks in the South China Sea, fling myself off the Angel Falls beneath a handkerchiefsized parachute or trek across the mighty Serengeti in the company of a pack of particularly hungry lions. As a dyed-inthe-wool scaredy-cat, I'll just stay at home with a scone and my David Attenborough DVD, if it's all the same to you.See the full content of this document
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Enjoy ing life in the fast lane
But, as every cowardy-custard has a blind spot, and mine seems to kick into action whenever I hear the roar of a well-tuned exhaust, the prospect of a blast through the Perthshire hills on a summer morning was always likely to get my juices flowing.
And as t...See the full content of this document
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