Every now and then I try to have the semblance of a normal life. I find that this is often a difficult, if not absurd task. It is hard to act normal when there is someone following me around at any given moment. For obvious reasons it is not so bad at this point in time, yet it still continues to happen. I remember a time when I would walk my ( Read more... )

I have not figured out yet if I am a hopeless romantic or a barmy old goat. Please do not weigh in your opinion on that, I have this fragile ego to protect after all ( Read more... )

I have had a grand time catching up with old mates and meeting many, many new ones. Thank you for being so welcoming despite all of the things you have probably read about me in the press. At least the American press is, dare I say, more kind than the British press ( Read more... )

I could attempt to be really witty and say that Bridget Jones's diary inspired me to get one of these things, but we all know that I am really not all that clever at all. It is all just fabulous scripts and my willingness to make an arse out of myself. I am just a man like any other who prefers the London smog over California silicone, tea over ( Read more... )

First entries are not my forte. I like to ease myself into things. So I'll just say, hello, and I hope to meet some of you soon. You dramatic, soap opera mimicing bastards, you.

He's not a bastard, he's just British
I resent that.

Cheers,
Hugh