I try very hard to be anonymous on the Web. Wouldn't want my ex or his crappy wife to come calling and spoiling the ambience.
No photos except one taken 50 years ago. But always there's one pest that looks and finds out about my secret life as an artist's model with all that entails.
Thanks Jayne I'm sure I'll be able to find a way to repay the favour.
I miss the Bohemian life, Absinthe, mad artists, passionate sex (I wish I could remember sex) and wild dancing on re-enforced table tops. That damn water was cold though and I'm sure pretty lights weren't the only things floating in it. Chopped my hair short but still have the Big A. I wonder if it still glitters in the light of the full moon when I dance to the call of the Goddess.