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Oh dear . . . I appear to have upset half the planet with what was intended as a light-hearted blog entry about the Gone Too Soon website.

Ever since writing the piece I've received a constant stream of what can only be described hate mail.

And the authors all appear to agree on one thing . . . by joking about Gone Too Soon, I've Gone Too Far.

I think I'm developing an aversion to decision-making. It's one of the trials of modern life.

It's all about choice and everywhere you turn, there are just too many options . . . too many TV channels, too many radio stations, too many websites offering too many services.

But the choice explosion is not confined to the digital revolution . . . it has even infiltrated the humble sandwich.

Teenagers are generally lazy, thoughtless, stroppy and uncommunicative . . . and that's just their good points.

Generally, attempts to discipline them are usually pretty lame. Most criticisms, however diplomatic, tend to be met with the mumbled "whatever" or "stop going on" followed by the obligatory rolling of the eyes.

But even by our standards, my wife's latest attempt to tick off our 17-year-old was, frankly, useless . .

Like most people, I complain about my job from time to time. There are never enough hours in the day, resources are always spread too thinly and then there's all the internal politics to deal with.

But whenever the pressure gets to me, I remind myself of one thing . . . at least I don't have to pee in a bucket.

I was grave hopping on the Gone Too Soon website the other day.
That might strike you as a somewhat morbid thing to do, but I was merely curious I assure you.

I can't quite explain why. . .although I suspect it had something to do with turning 49 the other day and the fact that I'm now contemplating my own mortality along with my navel.