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When I walk, I fantasise about an alternate reality in which I win the EuroMillions at the age of 19 and spend my life travelling around and enjoying life and fucking beautiful whores, then settling down in my mid-30s to marry a beautiful woman (either former Miss France, Camille Cerf, or former Miss Italy contestant and actress, Silvia Mazzieri) and start a huge family in the countryside. I also imagine myself having realistic but outdated achievements, such as playing at Wembley but for a semi-professional team in the FA Trophy final, and at Twickenham for the Cambridge University team in the annual Varsity match. All things considered, I think it's my mind's way of torturing me by bringing seemingly-crazy goals within touching distance and then hammering home that I will never actually attain them, like a kind of perverse and masochistic mental masturbation. It's painful after the fact, but always fun whilst it lasts and it certainly makes my walks more interesting.