The highs and lows

It always puts me in a good mood and is my idea of a fun time: cool people, mixing up some musical magic with my boys and chatting on the microphone. And for a while that night, it really was as sweet as a good date& thumping bass, with smiling faces of all races. But towards the early hours of the morning, some crazy negativity was felt across the room.

For those who might be concerned that it was my rap music that dampened the mood, you are very mistaken. There was only pure love pumping out of my speakers and I was getting true respect and warmth from everyone. It would be fair to say that the evening still ended on a really bad note. Over the following days, many partygoers turned into secret Sherlocks and Ms Marples to uncover what exactly happened and you know what? Nobody came up with any real answer. Dust settles and life rolls on and after a few days it just became another thing for us to look back on and eventually laugh off. It struck me that life is like that& when stuff is actually happening in the moment, be it good or bad, it never seems to be in a context where you can really get a perspective on it.

So many things are best evaluated and enjoyed for whatever they were with the benefit of some distance. Many of us look back with a feeling of nostalgia about school days, for example, citing it as the best days of our lives.

I just remember the pressure of exams and teachers making my life a nightmare but if I meet up with my peers back in the UK, all we talk about is the fun stuff. We recollect teasing nervous teachers and end the night laughing like hyenas. That's why I try to live as much of my life in the moment, never really worrying about the big picture, as I try to keep a smile on my face at all times. I count my blessings as they happen and appreciate all the things that I'm privileged to have.

Back to my crazy week. I had mad dreams every night where, for some reason, I was constantly under attack.

You know those dreams you have where it's so extreme and action-packed, it's like an action movie? Well, every night it was like that! At one stage, I was in prison brawling and throwing chairs at Mickey Rourke. What does that mean? All I know is that every morning, I woke up exhausted and stressed.

To round the week off, I did my regular run to the supermarket, which is usually the most tedious event in my calendar. I was unlucky enough to get a trolley with a mind of its own; it was behaving like the worst driver you could ever meet on Shaikh Zayed Road. After careening through the aisles like Lewis Hamilton in a watermelon-filled Ferrari, I thought that my trial was over once I got behind the wheel of my dusty old Cherokee. Wrong!

I might be an advocate of counting blessings but I have learned not to count my chickens and as I was leaving the carpark, I somehow managed to slam my car into a column. Don't ask me how it happened. I swear the column must have had a death wish and jumped out in front of me! The only thing that was really dented was my pride and of course my poor fender which I had to pick off the floor to load into the back of the tailgate along with my eggs and wheat cakes.

All I can say is that the feeling of the week was similar to watching the movie Australia I'm glad it's over!

Rough and Smooth-ingly Yours,