Can't help but think of that story of a semi-retired 30 year old George Best in Las Vegas rolling around on a bed full of money with the then-Miss World. The waiter comes to the door with a magnum of champagne and says:

George, where did it all go wrong?

Maybe photography is my last chance to roll on a bed full of money. Cash, that is. The coins just end up sticking to your skin, and anyway, they're not very impressive...