Both of my boys are too young to be interested in any life tips I may have to share right now, and (according to the Nick Cave Conjecture) by the time they are old enough to listen to me I’ll doubtless be so uncool and embarrassing they won’t take me seriously anyway. So, for the ages, I’ll impart everything I know about getting on in life here and now, in a single blog post, and they can then choose to ignore me at their leisure, without having to disturb me when I’m trying to watch the bloody telly.

Success is easy. There’s no “secret” to success. In the absence of luck, privilege or sleeping with the right person, you just need focus, dedication, passion, hard work, persistence and maybe a few good ideas. The only hard bit is finding the right field in which to apply your focus, dedication, passion, hard work, persistence and ideas. This is the challenge.

If you find something you truly love doing, that you care about enough to to be able to dedicate your life to it, the rest comes easy. I can’t claim I’m the expert on this, but I’ve done okay; I have a job that doesn’t make me weep in a morning, or forces me into inebriation every Friday night; that allows me to listen to loud electronic music while I’m working and has earned me the respect of at least seven (at last count) of my colleagues. I’m happy with my lot.

It’s probably too late to steer me off my path of least resistance (especially with you two little darlings bleeding me dry) but I can still give you one epiphet of advice to enable you to do better, and it is this – spend your twenties farting around as much as you can.

This is my message. The thing that needs the hard work is finding the thing you love doing; the thing you could still bear to be doing when you are as old and uncool as your dear old dad, the thing that will still mean something to you long after you’ve got over the need to impress your mates, or bed beautiful ladies, or pay off your gambling debts. And the only way you stand a chance of finding this elusive vocation is by trying everything.

This is the future, and these days adolesence doesn’t end with your teenage years. I believe that at least the first thirty years of one’s life should be dedicated to experimentation, to making mistakes and trying new things, while avoiding anything that might be seen as habit-forming; – religion, hedonism, the civil service, over use of drugs, or Her Majesty’s Forces. There’s plenty of time to worry about making a living , and being a good citizen, later. And, if you find you are afraid to try new things, remember there are enough people on the planet for you to be able to get away with making a total tit of yourself in front of several thousand souls and never having to see them again.

Stick with this plan and you stand at least half a chance of a successful life. And if you haven’t sussed it by thirty, splash around for another ten years or so. Do whatever it takes to find whatever is bareable.

But if you’re not rich enough to support your mom and me by fifty, consider yourself written out the will. No-one likes a sponger.

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