Dear 6 year old me,
It's nice to meet you. A couple of things about me - I'm married to Aoife. You'll meet her, she's the greatest. I'm not a helicopter pilot, I'm afraid - I work for the internet. That's a thing. It's computers, but it's also the most amazing thing in the world. It's like, imagine all the knowledge in the world, but on a little glass tile in your pocket. And you can talk to anyone you ever met, and listen to any song ever recorded, or watch any piece of film ever made, from that glass tile.
Anyway, leaving aside the world changing, true love, future technology stuff, I want to talk to you about something very important.
If I have timed this letter correctly, you'll get it at six forty-five on a Tuesday evening. You're sitting at the kitchen table. In front of you, is a plate decorated with pheasants. On top of the plate is a grilled lamb chop, some boiled potatoes, a pile of peas and some greyish cauliflower.
I want you to know two things. 1) It gets better.
You're going to eat unbelievable things, in wonderful places. Right now, you have a world map on the wall of your bedroom. You'll spend time colouring that in, with places you've visited. You'll eat a piece of fish that will haunt you, grilled fresh in a Chilean market. There is a bistro in Paris that you will try to eat in every year. You'll eat frog in San Francisco, and the best curry of your life in a London suburb called Tooting.
2) You need to pace yourself. There will be more chips - you don't have to eat all of the chips every time you see them. Focus on quality, not quantity. Please. Just because you can eat five burgers at a barbecue doesn't mean you should. Eating until you're stopped is just a foolish way to live. One day there won't be anyone to stop you - and that's not a good thing!
Anyway, there's a bunch of other stuff I'd love to tell you, but I'll have to leave you with this:
Invest in Apple.
Take care,
Older me.
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