Last month, Mrs P and I went to see Paul McCartney at the O2 Arena. Yes, acoustically it’s a terrible place to go see a concert, and he’s in his 80s and yes, he’s going to include far too much dross from his newer albums. But apparently you have to go see Macca at least … Continue reading My Favourite
I have a simple plan for life. It’s a loose plan in many respects, with lots of details to be ironed out at undetermined future points in time. But the plan has two fundamental points. I want to retire as early as financially prudent and avoid being one of those folk who find the Grim … Continue reading The Forever Home
Most folk have a lottery fantasy or two. I have mine. If I should suddenly, and rather unexpectedly, find myself with a fortune sitting in my bank account, I would travel. Permanently. Forever, if the fortune allows. Just me, from place to place. Taking up residence in each new location for a month or three. … Continue reading Living La Dolce Vita
The Mexile 