I have become a capitalist. I now let Google put adverts on my blog, and when there are 20,000,000 hits on the adverts they will send me a cheque for £0.01. Yippee! I will be rich! The trouble is that the adverts are tied in to the subjects that I discuss. Google wants me to think that they scan the text of my posts, but you and I know that they have a mind-reading device in my pillows, not to mention my Blackberry. Anyway, because they are good at that sort of thing, I sometimes want to click on the advert - WHICH IS STRENG VERBOTEN. A whole new ocean of guilt possibilities is opening up before me.
I write - my first novel, "the Trouble with Wagner" is unpublished. I also write a regular article for "Forward Plus", a churchy newspaper with a circulation of well over 3. I have written some poetry.
I am a dedicated student of languages, especially French. I love classical music. I am a keen oenophile and gastronome and relax most easily at table with friends. I prefer to drink Burgundy, and have a particular love of the (unoaked) wines of Chablis and the wines of the Côte de Beaune and the Hautes Côtes de Beaune. Not sure that I would kick the Côtes de Nuit wines out of bed, either. Not to mention the Côte Chalonnaise.