In my younger days as a fanatical Banana scoffer I never truly understood the journey I was embarking on, where would I and my bananas end up?
Would I be sitting in a ditch surrounded by rotting skins, begging passing postmen to deliver me a stray letter filled with Banana Vouchers? Would I be hanging around the back doors of cobblers up and down the country, just waiting for some kindly shoesmith to open up a world of joy to me with the offer of an apprenticeship?
Neither of the above folks!
I sit here on this glorious day, on a mountain of the finest boxed boots looking out across my harbour, as ship after ship rolls towards me loaded with the finest soft gold that the gods could offer!