My Way

I was watching television this evening and Tonight with Jonathon Ross and there was a clip singing Frank Sinatras' My Way. Somehow the lyrics seem to sum it up in exactly how I feel.

I dont mean to break any rules or do anything more than make people smile. But everything I do I do with my own style and flaire. That little bit of excess flamboyance.

If it wasnt enough for Trish to do the training with a pair of Pink Fluffy Handcuffs on her side. Plus she calls me her Siebel Bitch! Whatever. I love her to bits and we have a real laugh. But as I come out of my shell I find myself becoming more and more outrageous.

After work on Wednesday, Gordon, Trish and I went for a quick drink in the Pitcher & Piano. A quick drink or 4 later and some consultants had joint us including one who's brother was on a well none television program. Maybe it was the good looking boys or that we had not eaten but somehow we made it from six till almost midnight without a bite and Gordon saw me to my train before I made my way home.

Thursday was a site for sore eyes to say the least. I shall never be doing that again in a hurry. Is that an Oxymoron?

Since then my flirtations at worse have gotten far worse. Far more as I apparantly said things I do not remember. I dont remember a lot about the night but cest la vie. So now, every time a cute boy in the office shouts Apollo.... one of the Trainers is supposed to come running. I jump over and say, Yes Gorgeous. Its almost like a game of cat and mouse but I have to say, Hats off to Madison Black. Its been the most fun week since the project began and hopefully the fun will continue.

So my point is us, in the words of the man himself. Mr Sinatra. This surely will be the last song at my funeral.

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, Ill say it clear,
Ill state my case, of which Im certain.

Ive lived a life thats full.
Ive traveled each and evry highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, Ive had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, Im sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried.
Ive had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!