Had an assessment day today for a potential job. One of the group exercises was 'Famous People on a Sinking Ship; who gets kicked off?' We'd chosen our respective idols - John Simpson, J.R.R. Tolkien, J.K. Rowling, Tim Burton and me, Terry Pratchett - and had to argue our case.
Somehow, I managed to reason to myself and everyone else that, despite my stellar work in raising awareness of Alzheimer's, starting charities for orangutans and (or perhaps because of) championing assisted suicide, I should take the plunge. After all, I'd be taking the 'embuggerance' with me.
This does not bode well for my mental outlook or my future career prospects.