I am trying to remember the good old days when eight year olds asked you for a toffee rather than to get a life. Old habits, old days. Well not Clint Eastwood old but old enough. So what is it about the past that more often than not deludes the future? What is it about the ancient that lacks in the young? The most uncomplicated answer is – Familiarity. We are creatures of fixation. We secure a profound vindication of our wicked feats, consoling ourselves that we imprinted the former self we once inhabited. Now that you know why we feel what we feel for the long lost past (not saying it is a correct deduction, it’s mine so it must be) we can come back to the objective of this mind rattling exercise just executed. And don’t we just sometimes catch ourselves smiling at things we still unconsciously perform without meaning to? We do. If you don’t, you’re not a human being or you are a lying piece of kiss my -well- proportioned derrière. Choose wisely whatever it is you are, reader. Your existence thereby will be dictated by my aforementioned expert inference.