The Boy and The Coconut Tree

This is my rant about the horrible events in Paris this weekend I love Paris, always have, since my first visit when I was 11 to my multiple visits since. I think I've been to Paris over 15 times including 3 times for work and it never fails to impress me and now my French has improved from the school learnt "Je voudrais un kilo de pommes" I am comfortable going there alone and not needing to speak  English.  Paris is huge but feels less crowded than London, Parisians are reputed to be rude yet I've never experienced the level of rudeness I experience in London on a daily basis.  Stereotypes abound but taken on face value Paris is wonderful and I hope to return to her soon, I've promised that my first weekend abroad in 2016 will be Paris to revisit my favourites and hopefully discover something new. Musee D'Orsay So I turn to the bullying, the terrorists, bullies, hate filled and armed.  That is what they are, yes they are angry but do I r...

I'm trying to find a definition of 'middle-age' that best suits me.   According to wikipedia it is a noun meaning ' the period after early adulthood and before old age, about 45 to 65' So as I am 24 hours away from being 46 I definitely fall into the meaning of the noun, if not the spirit, but I refuse to admit it! As I enjoy my last day being 45 I will be doing two things, staying in a nice 4 star hotel as my birthday gift to myself, that is very middle-aged of me and I will be going out in Soho with a group of friends in their 20s, 30s, 40s and 50s ( and this article seems very relevant today) A badge from a birthday card received last year from my friend Roger I love being contrary and as a middle-aged man I am allowed to be. And I've chose this song as my theme song for the weekend, a song released in 2009 by one of my favourite groups, The Pet Shop Boys , a group I've liked since I was 15 after my best friend, Allison, introduced me to their ...