I reckon I’d make a fine government executioner. I’d happily execute any and every government without guilt or remorse and in such a way as to discourage others of their ilk. If I heard even a whisper that some bugger imagined himself entitled to extort others under pain of punishment, in return for which he would sit on his arse snorting cocaine and making up silly rules, it would be off with his head quicker than you could say politician.
I could probably pull off the gladiator gig too for a while, but even with my mental and physical agility, it's hardly a career conducive to a long and fruitful life. Besides, I'm opposed to senseless violence and furthermore, governments are the bane of humanity.
And speaking of banes, I cannot but mention my family. Though in my youth I may on occasion have imagined scenarios where they would simultaneously and spontaneously combust, I think I can say that overall, my role as a sister to one and a half brothers has been performed with distinction.
Do you know of another sister who, following her brother's arrest for membership of a proscribed organisation (The IRA) had her boyfriend drive like hell to her sibling's flat, located directly opposite a police station, (I know, you couldn't make it up!) and park outside with the engine running while she raced inside to retrieve a firearm before the police could search the flat?
This long-suffering sister was also her half-brother's sole source of financial support for 30 years until thankfully he became eligible for an old age pension last September. Whether this qualifies as supreme sisterliness or complete lunacy is open to debate.
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