After another thrilling week of working many hours, crying over the empty hole that my bank account now sees fit to mock me with over and over again, and at one point, not even knowing what day it was to turn up at the cinema for Terminator: SallyJessy a week early, there was also something else which had come up as a topic was the fact I had lost all sense of adventure.

Now given previous fun and frolics that have both frightened and convicted people of arson in the past, I was shocked about this, but then given the definition of what exactly is a sense of adventure these days, it may not be far from the truth.

You see, what people say when they are adventurous now is: they go on holiday somewhere other than Blackpool. Is that really being adventurous, or is it just a fact that people have to go travelling, spend lots of cash and walk to a place, take pictures of it, and then come back to tell everyone else what little they did while in this magical theme park of fun, which I tend to equate to what the travel agents call: a city break.

Come on, surely being adventurous means doing something you don’t normally do or taking risks? Hell I take a risk to having a wash, I could melt you know, being made of 40% dirt and disease. But perhaps it all means you have to take massive risks, and not just ride along the tube hoping that no-one farts.

I guess that’s maybe the bigger picture and maybe a more fitting question to be answered; at what level can you say you are being “out there”, appearing in the X-Files, eating something with two colours in it, telling a woman they are fat….what exactly is enough of a adventure?

Sir Ranulph Fiennes would probably turn round and say climbing a mountain while claiming a pension would be an adventure, and well, seeing as he did do it recently, he can now sit down in the pub and laugh at everyone who just had a run-in with the checkout staff at Tescos.

But what I’ve noticed is that to have some of these wonderful adventures, you have to pay through the fecking elbows for it. You’re not going to climb Everest via using EasyMount (though that does sound like a different service you get round London in the right places so I’m told….) nor visit the Valley of the Kings using a 50p coupon from a cereal packet.

So with this in mind, does this mean that most adventures are pretty much a non-starter for the average person on the street, and therefore what we have to look forward to is simply trying out various things on toast? We are all still worried about losing our jobs, more industries are still having problems with Ohell and Valhalla of GM Europe only being saved by some other firm we hadn’t heard of before (that’s probably what you get for being Canadian).

Or is it perhaps better to think: F**k it we only live once, run up huge debt, and hope no-one notices or tells us, go away you smell of wee and thanks for playing?

Tis a difficult issue to resolve, and one I face with sadness as it’s kind of a catch 22. What should the Lord of Leisure actually do?