Not nearly on the same scale, but one of my favourite photos of me in a proud moment is me kneeling beside a local beach holding an oversized PR cheque for two hundred quid (my back-of-a-fag-packet maths suggests that's around US$266) for a charity I ran for.

Now, two ton is next to fuck all in the grand scheme of things, and I was only expecting my colleagues and pals to empty their pockets of smash; euros; washers; and the odd Drachma into the tub - but for folk to think so highly of me and break my own target many times over in an era not too far after the credit crunch... well even now I look back and think "fuck yes past me, you did a bit of good there bro".

Granted, I've given more in monthly GAYE donations (lol) off my top line in UK taxation dodges than that figure, but I absolutely get how the opposite is true - a relative minnow getting a cash boost that guarantees their R&D (and livelihoods too) for another fixed period of time.

Fuck yes. (sorry for the anecdote.)