On Friday I had that feeling of shouting "Is that the best you've got... *throwing fist to the air*... I left the company party (in the middle of the forest quite far from city centre) to catch the bus, and missed it by literally two seconds. I decided not to wait for 40 minutes for the next bus, but decided to walk to the centre instead. I had no idea where to go, but fortunately a man walking with skiing sticks (welcome to Finland!) told me where to go.

I had to walk through a very dense forest, climb up about 150 very steep steps, in pitch black at 10pm on a Friday night. Not the sort of place I usually want to be alone at that time, and usually I'm very careful about not doing that. But this time I was so full of this fury and invincible power that I sort of wished that someone would attack me, just to kick their arses. But no one did, and about 40 minutes later I got to the city centre.

Another time I had that is when I arrived at Stansted, and had to rush to the exact same bus Tom did, I made it by a margin of a minute. I was sitting in the bus, feeling very much in control

But you know Tom, there's absolutely nothing you can't do!!!