Walking on gravel with bare feet.
Eating, as a vegetarian, extremely rare-cooked meat.
Watching Henman win Wimbledon by five sets to none.
Seeing rain in Sudan and, in Manchester, sun.
Climbing K2 in flip-flops and shorts.
Voting for David Cameron (it takes all sorts).
Reading a magazine that mentions neither Posh nor Becks
nor How To Drive Him Wild In Bed And Have Sensational Sex.
Writing a poem that doesn’t rhyme.
Eating half a Chunky Kit-Kat (saving the rest for another time).
Laughing at the jokes in Friends (series twenty four).
Doing all of this would be easy. Compared to sleeping while you snore.