Somewhere along the way to making a lot of money, I took a detour (safe to say that I haven’t made even a fraction of what I’d ideally like to, of course!). I felt I needed time to understand precisely what I intended to do with all this money I was looking to make. So, I took down notes. Of the things I wanted, of the things I had, of all the things I thought people needed to have. As it turned out, I didn’t use more than a page-anda-half to sum up what I’d initially supposed would be a mammoth list. I loved the ‘villa in Greece’ and ‘vineyard in New South Wales’ entries, almost as much as the ‘1954 vintage Mercedes-Benz 300 SL gull-wing’ and ‘bespoke Savile Row suit’. I still do. But somewhere in the making of this list, it struck me that the things that made me happiest didn’t really have a price tag. Or, worse, I realised I probably couldn’t buy them with all the money in the world.