the only deadhead in the hameau is exactly that, but without the spaces, because web browsers don’t seem to be able to handle the silences.
He lives, as he has done for over forty years, with the delightful Sugar Magnolia, aka Madame, who is still by far the best girl he knows.
After thirty-plus years in the pin-striped demi-monde of institutional investment, he now resides in a tiny French hamlet he calls Tranquility Base, where two pre-Napoleonic cottages have been artfully renovated, thanks to Sugar Magnolia’s impeccable taste, into an agreeable home, which he usually refers to as Brokedown Palace.
When he’s not listening to the Grateful Dead, mucking about with his photos and thinking of ways to avoid getting his hands dirty, he muses about all sorts of stuff. Occasionally these thoughts coalesce into something coherent and respectable enough to post here. Although nothing containing ‘inspirational quotes’.
And he really hates referring to himself in the third person.