Behind every great fortune there is a crime, wrote the French author Balzac, by which reckoning my ancestors must have been extremely law-abiding. As pure as the driven neige.
Reality doesn't always cooperate with our plans and ambitions. Life, to the inexperienced, happens in straight lines. Some of us older folk can't even walk in straight lines any more.
Songs lie to us, and we are willing accomplices. In the film Carousel, the Rodgers and Hammerstein ballad "You'll Never Walk Alone" claims that "at the end of the storm there's a golden sky and the sweet silver song of a lark."
I won't really understand much of what I am about to write, so perhaps if you do, you might kindly explain it to me later. I don't imagine any 'spoiler alerts' will be necessary for what follows.
It's 3:00 a.m. on a Friday night in Faro, Portugal. If you happen to awake at this hour there are two things you might hear. First a sound that can be heard just about anywhere you might live, the sound of barking dogs.
Construction has already started on a 30m 5G Cell Phone Tower on Cerro de Alfeicao, East of Loule transforming the landscape and causing great concern to residents.
This bronze scultpture was stolen from the sculptors Atelier in the Algarve in the 1990's - does anyone recognise it, or seen it in recent years?
The Italian film director Frederico Fellini, when asked about his work, said "Don't tell me what I'm doing, I don't want to know!" Which neatly sums up adolescence, or in some cases, most of our lives.
