A similar thing happens regularly with Maltesers - as you reach into the bag, only to find that the previous one you ate was in fact your last.
What horrific revelation compares to the realisation that the sweet you blythely gobbled down with gay abandon should in fact have been savoured, with every nuance of its taste analysed and remembered to tide you over until you next got your hands upon the ambrosia which is a malted honeycomb sphere coated in milk chocolate?
Hand on heart, for one reason or another, Elon Musk has passed me by. I know he’s minted, I know he’s behind Tesla, I know he has some big ideas about space and underground travel. But I don’t know enough to form any opinion of him.
others have. Idiot, pillock, loon... seems to be the general...
... I’ve had these a long time.
all the things you’ve done and experienced through them and with them. And they’ve always been there, guiding you a bit - through sensations - through life, learning as you go along; what’s good, what’s bad, what’s safe, what’s dangerous.