which of course was far from being true in the short term, because I had abother two years of this sort of thing to come, though none of it quite as life-threatening, and one of the consequences of all of it was significant weight gain and the things that brought in its train.
On the other hand, love and passion and intense pleasures and despairs I might never have otherwise known. Several Great Loves of an operatic kind and a happy partnership of twenty years that was better than any of them. A political career of sorts that at least put me in a position to understand what was going on - I may not have been able to do anything about New Labour, but at least I voted for them without any illusions left. My career as a critic had already started, but it has taken directions I could not have foreseen, and I did get to be a writer, of sorts.
I can still not regret a choice I made. Just other people's frakkups.