A gift for Ross.


All I want to do is to be able to love the man who has taken over my heart.

I want him to see that I love him and I’m trying to make things right.

I have badly made my first website. Not a scratch on anything he can do.

So Ross if you are reading this, please have a look.
A little gift for you, made with all my love.


“Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.”

imageParis, they say is the city of love, well let me tell you the truth behind the city.
It has to be one of the most beautiful places I have ever been too.
The buildings, the architecture, the history is beautiful, yes it romantic if with the one you love.
The Louvre, is delightful, my favourite place.
Shame that it is in a city that is so ignorant, unpleasant and dirty.
The French have no manners and only have time for their own. Unless you are fluent in French, you are just muck under their feet.
And trust me there is a lot of dirt to be found.
The streets are filthy, rubbish lays scattered in every direction.
Then add the homeless, there is a poor homeless person sleeping rough on nearly every street.
It’s a sad sight to see.
Add to that, the conman.
You can’t get away from them, from selling junk to the tourists, to ripping you off at the metros, pick pocketing  at every  opportunity they can find.
Watch you back guys they will get you. Even I got taken for a ride and I’ve lived there for a while now.
All in all, when you look past the architecture and look deeper into the life and times of Paris, you will be ashamed at how disgusting the place is.
Ok I admit I dislike the place with a passion, for reasons of my own, but still if you want romance, go pack a picnic and step into your own back yard.
Romance isn’t a place, it’s a feeling, it’s a time and the person you’re with.
Romance is in your two souls.