So yep, I live a life of glamour, me. I live in paradise, and work in paradise. I wake each morning to the sound of cowbells, the sun peeking over majestic mountains to stroke my sleepy face through the open window. And then I jump into a jet and, in the blink of an eye, find myself on the 29th floor of a gleaming, architectural miracle in the middle of the City, looking out over skyscrapers and roofs, marvelling at the sheer size and beauty of London seen from above.
Or something like that, anyway.