I'd swap a mansion for a Jamie any day😁

What a beautiful, moving piece of writing. The moment with the photograph in class, and your answer — I’ve been in a similar position myself, torn between risking the wrath of God by lying to save face,

Too late...I've already gone over to the dark side. Blessed are the ruthless, for they shall inherit the earth:)

Hear, hear! It seems scruples went out with the 20th century and were replaced by entitlement.

I write with my tongue firmly in my cheek. None of it is true. I'm actually a bad tempered, stingy little grinch:)

Berchtesgaden here I come!:)

At least one can opt out of religion.

Ooh. Thank you! I'm honoured to appear on such a short list.

What mystifies me is why so many people seem to realise that, but so many still engage with the democracy charade. Suppose they held an election and nobody came.

Bloody governments! The world is going to hell in a hand basket and it looks like we Europeans may soon be joining you Cubans...in the dark!

How gratifying for you that Lily expressed such pride in you, as well as reassuring for her to have a parent to be proud of. It seems your parenting skills are at least as good as your photography:)

I do not compete. I am in a class of my own!

When I hear the word 'culture' I reach for my sword!

Well Mr. Krazzy, keep lookin'. And when you find my wit, wisdom and sarcasm , can you send it back to me?

Readin'? Hell No! I'm just lookin' at the pictures!

It was on the 24th February 2022, that I was finally beaten into submission. I woke on a Thursday morning to find the curtain had come down on the Covid nonsense and a new show — the Ukraine war — had

Taken at the Cliffs of Moher in Clare last September where a friend of mine was proposing to his girlfriend.

Ah, ok, it's all perfectly clear to me now. You're something approaching a genius!

I’m much the same, constantly monitoring what’s happening around me, which is why I never wear earphones. I’ve been mugged twice and escaped unscathed, purely because, a split second before each attack,

I have a deep aversion to slovenliness. I dress like a lady to feel like a lady, and I firmly subscribe to the Marilyn Monroe school of thought: your clothes should be tight enough to show you’re a woman,