Newspaper article The Journal (Newcastle, England)

Realising Your Dreams Is Stuff of Nightmares

Newspaper article The Journal (Newcastle, England)

Realising Your Dreams Is Stuff of Nightmares

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Byline: By Bob Cuffe

Things To Do Before We Die. Do you have a list? Obviously, for my humbug shirt wearing chums, I know that seeing Newcastle win a trophy will have been right at the top of your list.

And this year, thanks to the glorious Intertoto triumph, all your dreams came true, did they not?

We should all have a list of ambitions, of dreams and hopes. Kylie. I'll say no more.

Some of you will harbour dangerous dreams. Bungee jumping and the like. Personally, I'd love Cement Woman to be able to swim with sharks. She's not aware of my intentions here, so I'd appreciate your discretion.

Likewise, I'm determined that Cemento should experience hang gliding.

Travel will feature on many people's lists. Places that they would absolutely love to visit. A few years ago a couple of our neighbours were very excited. They were going to have their holiday of a lifetime.

And they wanted us to know about it. To know all about it. As they wanted everyone else they came into contact with to know. Every detail, no matter how small.

They were, in fairness, an absolutely lovely couple. Who I would gladly have embalmed as their holiday approached. Without any anaesthetic. I'd have done it cold sober.

They had both worked hard all their lives. Raised their children. And throughout it all, discussed their dream holiday. Which was six weeks in Australia, New Zealand, Thailand and the Philippines. They were to stay at many resorts. They showed us each and every one. Individually and collectively. They were to travel by aeroplane, trains and planes. For six long weeks. They were to see everything. Experience everything. Enjoy everything. It was a quite breathtaking prospect.

The countdown was an extraordinarily testing time. They were almost beside themselves. I was fighting the urge to inject a virus through their letter box. We were having a week in the Lake District, by the way. Not six weeks in the Far East. Six nights in Cumbria. Cement Woman felt this was indicative of my overall rating as a husband, father and human being.

They started the countdown with a year to go. …

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