But do you ever think about where you come from? Sadly I've got a funeral to attend on Thursday for a mates Dad who passed away recently, but he lived a life well and met his maker at the age of 92 and luckily passed away in his sleep.
It's not often I go back to Hackney now, most of us have moved away over the years. The area has changed immeasurably over the passage of time. Today you will struggle to find a one bedroom flat in Dalston Junction for under £450,000. To me, that's silly money for a new build property and then you add in the service charge.
But over the weekend, looking at youtube as you do putting in random searches this popped up. It made me smile, from an era long gone. About four minutes in, you can view The Mothers Hospital on Lower Clapton Road where I was born way back in 1970. The street names and views brought back a myriad of memories.
Even now when I meet people and they may ask "Where are you from?" I always reply "Hackney mate" It may seem odd, moved away some time ago, but the pull of the area still holds my heart.
As for the fishing, last weekend Gruff and I shared a boat on a ressie looking for Perch with lures. It was tough I managed a Jack. Many blanked including a pro guide, though as ever it was a laugh. Gruff needed to empty his bladder, no "bailer" in the boat so he used his Spinnerbait box. Class as always mate, next time though take the lures out first.