I have a bucket book. My list is now too big for a single piece of paper. They include: Drink Vodka in Moscow, study Italian in Florence, sit on a jury, skydive, have my portrait painted, learn to Rollerblade, run a 10kms, shower in a waterfall, learn to play a musical instrument with some degree of skill, dazzle a crowd on the dance floor, sleep under the stars, hold an audition for a posse, survive a bar fight, teach someone illiterate to read, drive (or ride) the autobahn, test drive a top-end sports car, get my motorbike licence and use it, become a member of the mile high club (even if I have to do it alone), hike through a jungle armed with only a Machete, have a star named after me, save a life, spend a night in jail for a semi-cool reason, own a sword and know how to use it, learn to bar-tend, send a message in a bottle, make love on the kitchen floor, dye my hair electric blue or purple or green, then there are all the places I want to go........