In reply to CJD:
> I've just been reading something about the moment in Figth Club where Brad Pitt's character shouts at a chap washing up in a restaurant, asking him why he's doing that and did he really dream of doing that when he was a kid, and that Brad's character will be back in six weeks to check up on him - and if the kitchen porter isn't doing something to realise his dreams by then, Brad's character will kill him.
This suggests a need for further analysis on Brad Pitt's part's part. Did he dream of killing dish washers when he was a child?
Is the dream of a child really an appropriate occupation for an adult? When I was child I wanted to be many things, including an archaeologist, now I realise that archaeology is one of the most tedious things in existence and increases one's chances of meeting Tony Robinson by an unacceptable degree. I also realised that there are few cowboys; found out the hard way that super powers and, by extension, superheroes don't exist; that the need to possess some musical talent is a definite bar to rock stardom; and that it is becoming less and less likely that my real parents are millionaires. If everyone realised their childhood dream the uk would probably resemble a permanent and desperate mid-life crisis shot through with princesses. Something like Graceland in the final years, flash cars, sequin jumpsuits and deep fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches.
> you have six weeks - what would/will you do?
Attempt to cut through an iron bar with my laser vision.
