Talking about tripping I'm off next Saturday to our beautiful west coast where the fish are always biting. Think about us having a fire on the beach, sitting under the stars, cooking freshly caught lobster and frying fish fillets on the plate, downed with any amount of cold beer. Not stuffing my brains, hardening the arteries or costing me a fortune. Life is there to be lived and that is exactly what I intend doing, and if it kills me, what a way to go.