I do think we're kindred spirits.
I have a vast collection of anecdotes which I'll sprinkle about the place in time, to the great interest of very few, I'd wager.
Like the time a few weeks ago when I was riding my Croatian at lunchtime, dismounted at Chapelizod and produced a geyser of blood instead of the usual. I was 10 minutes late back in work but fuck it, it took a while to stop and I needed to be relatively sure I wouldn't die by clocking off time.
As Morrissey once sang, "Well I can smile about it now but at the time it was terrible".