A friend posted this bucket list on Facebook today and I was at a lose end so decided play along.

Been Married x
Fell in love x
Gone on a blind date x
Skipped school x
Watched someone give birth x
Watched someone die x
Been to France x
Ridden in an ambulance x
Been to America x
Been to Europe x
Been to Blackpool x
Been to Liverpool x
Been to Newcastle x
Visited Disneyland x
Visited Legoland x
Seen Grand Canyon x
Flown in a helicopter x
Been on a cruise x
Served on a jury
Danced in the rain x
Been to Manchester x
Been to Edinburgh x
Played in a band x
Sang karaoke x
Made prank phone calls x
Laughed so much you cried x
Caught a snowflake on your tongue x
Had children x
Had a pet x
Been sledging on big hill x
Been downhill skiing
Been water skiing
Rode on a motorcycle x
Traveled on a bus, train and coach x
Jumped out of a plane
Been to an outside movie x
Rode a camel x
Rode a Donkey x
Been on TV
Been in the newspaper x
Stayed in the Hospital x
Donated blood x
Gotten a piercing x
Gotten a tattoo x
Driven over 100 mph x
Been scuba diving
Lived on your own x
Rode in the back of police car x
Got a speeding ticket
Broken a bone x
Gotten stitches x
Travelled Alone x

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Apparently this is a UK Bucket List and it seems I'm doing quite well.  But the thing is, I still don't get the point.

Why do I want to write a list of things to do before I kick the bucket?  And, do I really think that the things I could write down will ever be things I'd look back on with regret if I failed to tick them off?

Well no, but then again, yes.  But in a very different way.  The list would be less about things and places and more about people and love.

Don't get me wrong, I really want to go to New Zealand; but since becoming ill it's not because of the place any more but more that I'd love to be with Rachel and experience her joy of a trip.

Mind you, it might be cool to be on the TV.