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It's been a few months since I added anything to this. The original idea was that it would be a place where my boys and the odd friend who I've told about it, could catch up on what I'm up to and add comments. But I think it's too much like a universal group email that people send out; it's far too impersonal. And I find I leave out some things for different reasons because I can't please everyone all the time. And I wasn't getting any comments so only the cyber-ghosts would ever be looking at it.
It can be addictive. So, cyber-ghosts, I've been up to Amiens and to Villers-Bretonneux, Le Hamel and Bullecourt to visit the Australian grave-sites, do a pilgrimage and pay my respects.
Then back to Paris. It feels like a second home, there's something very attractive about the atmosphere there. It has more light, to me it feels that way anyway, than London. And seems roomier, even the Metro compared to the Underground, just seems roomier.
And work. It's more endurance than enjoyment. But, like most people, I'm there for the money. It's just, despite the people I like there, it has such a high-proportion of very stupid people. It's ok, but not brilliant, if people are stupid but nice but not so good if they've few redeeming personal qualities and are also stupid. I do despair of people at times.
To keep my weight down I've dropped out of my pub-binges. Instead, I put time into genealogy, the last time I touched it was in 1994. Nerdy stuff certainly, but I made some progress with my mysterious great-great grandfather and have gone past him and into the mystier parts of my family history. Well, it keeps me occupied. They were Mariners, which may account for their not being around for some of the Censuses, but I'm just guessing. I'll do a load of work on it and then get onto something else.
And I can't get a couple of Nick Cave tunes out of my head ...
It can be addictive. So, cyber-ghosts, I've been up to Amiens and to Villers-Bretonneux, Le Hamel and Bullecourt to visit the Australian grave-sites, do a pilgrimage and pay my respects.
Then back to Paris. It feels like a second home, there's something very attractive about the atmosphere there. It has more light, to me it feels that way anyway, than London. And seems roomier, even the Metro compared to the Underground, just seems roomier.
And work. It's more endurance than enjoyment. But, like most people, I'm there for the money. It's just, despite the people I like there, it has such a high-proportion of very stupid people. It's ok, but not brilliant, if people are stupid but nice but not so good if they've few redeeming personal qualities and are also stupid. I do despair of people at times.
To keep my weight down I've dropped out of my pub-binges. Instead, I put time into genealogy, the last time I touched it was in 1994. Nerdy stuff certainly, but I made some progress with my mysterious great-great grandfather and have gone past him and into the mystier parts of my family history. Well, it keeps me occupied. They were Mariners, which may account for their not being around for some of the Censuses, but I'm just guessing. I'll do a load of work on it and then get onto something else.
And I can't get a couple of Nick Cave tunes out of my head ...