I believe that a life is unlived until one open’s one’s eyes, inhales vast amounts of air and tastes everything. I believe that to be really alive, one must see and be seen, hear and be heard, exist with mouth and heart open.

One must never cease to search for new sights, smells and tastes, to experience fragrant, delightful predictable pleasure along with foul, grubby maybe guilty pursuits.

Our world – all our traditions, history, priorities and emotions exist on a plate and within a glass. Everything’s connected.

All my journals burst with observations and feasts; I’ve had so many fantastic meals, both in dives and in haute places, by myself and with others. Something within is now pushing to get out.  And I must write.

So I invite you dear reader, to enter my rather idiosyncratic (self indulgent? Geez, I hope not..) web of sites and encourage you to have at any hints, information, suggestions or pleasurable pursuits you might find herein.

 For…if a pure life                 

Led without pleasure,

And yet filled with guilt                 

Promises only a monotone heaven                 

I say then, I’d rather burn                 

‘Cause the whole of eternity spent writhing in pain

Is rendered worthwhile                 

By one solid moment of absolute bliss                 

A glass of red wine                 

And a perfect Kiss