The author is a self-professed ‘failure’ in life, so the reader may wonder what stories he has to tell? He judged himself to be an injustice to himself and his family. In his youth, he was influenced by the party-going neighbors and further education was side-lined. Wearing drain-pipe or bell-bottomed pants in the sixties, aka Grease era, he was a party trotting animal swinging around with boys and girls in dancing pubs. Throughout his working life, he was an ‘escapist’. He acknowledged his failures. Yet through his struggles and the impermanence of life, he found hope, with a capital H. All is not lost. Here he offers his views on the many facets of life, some of which the readers may find hard to agree.