Fate.

I like to think I'm an amiable chap.

Able to laugh at myself, take a joke, share a smile. Having experienced the high times and similarly the arse end of life, I'm not quick to judge, attempt to be moderatley value free and accept that each and everyone has a different view shaped by life experience and peers.

Thats said, this week circa 4 people have suggested "...if these things are not meant to be, they are not meant to be... Things happen for a reason".

Effectively, this is bollocks. There is no master plan, no non-divine modus operandi. Our destiny is not pre-determined from birth.

If something does not go according to plan, or indeed events take a tits up heading - this is never a good thing. Don't let the bastards convince you otherwise.

As one door closes another will assuredly not open up to compensate.

The swingometer of fate does not exist.

'ooooh, bad luck comes in 3's'

Not it fucking does not. Three for a girl you see. Interpretation. That is all it fucking means.

Jesus wept.