This morning over breakfast I came to a realisation that with my birthday tomorrow I had very little time in which to achieve all those things I had said I was going to do before I was thirty.
Running a marathon, as well as killing me, would probably also preclude me undertaking any of the other tasks…
Getting elected to Parliament could be a little tricky, given the lack of an impending election.
Making my first million would certainly take some effort, especially given the current economic climate, and
Taking over the world (or even just a continent) would require substantial enlargement of my secret lair, and some serious overtime by the guys in the “weather machine” and “giant death ray” divisions. That said, the mind control section reports excellent progress, so perhaps not all is lost. They’ve still got nine hours to get the last glitches ironed out…
