I want one of those cute little shopping bags that look like a rose or a strawberry when it is folded up.
I want to cancel my subscription to New Scientist and read Mad Scientist instead.
I want to find the right frequency to tune into radio station KLON, just to find out what music everyone else is listening to.
I want to introduce Kevin Rudd to Gregory Blackstock, just to see whether two baby-faced multi-lingual white nerds might strike up a conversation in Mandarin.
I want to feel the soft, heavy blue-green coolness of the sea on a perfect morning, and not get eaten or even sampled by a shark.
I want Golden Earring's entire back catalogue of CDs.
I want to be serenaded by the Choir of Hard Knocks singing Christmas carols written by Nick Cave.
I want to watch the great, the wicked and the crooked fall, to make way for something much better.
I want to know exactly when the traffic lights will be turning blue.