There was a time when looking at Felicity Kendal made my life good, to be honest.

The snag is, I'm still a sex God, a latterday Adonis and could get work starring in porn flics whilst poor Ms Kendal....

Being good is in the eye of the beholder whilst being happy is mere state of mind. I doubt pete will enjoy God's company and I doubt anyone will be reincarnated as a butterfly, but I have no doubt that fretting over a future that you have no grounds for believing in is a waste of a good life, even if it gives you a happy life.

How about a contented life? Overall, I certainly have that. Got up, had breakfast, worked on a couple of new songs, went out with my mate to the pub for lunch, got back, snoozed listening to Bert Jansch and now about to start on dinner for when my good lady comes round later. Apparently I might be on a promise.

Good? Self indulgent but not bad. Happy? I'd say so. Contented? Too bloody right...