We admire achievers, from James Watt to Mandela, Marie Curie to Emmeline Pankhurst, and we school and encourage our children to be similarly focussed. Yet many spend their lives waiting for weekends and holidays. And does not play, both as sex, drugs and rock and roll, and as creative and physical endeavour provide us with the most memorable events in life? Should we embrace play as the most important activity in life, and abandon work and achievement as a mugs' game? Or is play a passing and superficial pleasure that yields no lasting satisfaction and is of no lasting value?