I find it an ugly aberration of justice that some people have to sacrifice so much for their optimum career, to wade through stifling years of drudgery- while fortune favours others, and their working dream fuses with them early in life. I'm not embittered towards the latter, though i probably will be, when the time comes.
This train of thought blossomed from contemplating how wonderful it must have been for groups like Monty Python and Black Adder; groups which just sprang into life in university, born of friendship, a shared sense of humour and pure wit. Ah, the lucky bastards.