People - And I Include

The Truth Of The Matter Is, Beauty Is A Specific Thing, Rare And Fleeting. Some Of Us Have It In Our Teens, 20s And 30s And Then Lose It; Most Of Us Have It Not At All. And That's Perfectly Okay. But Lying To Yourself That You Have It When You Don't Seems To Me Simple-minded At Best And Psychotic At Worst.

Surely Being A Professional Beauty - Let Alone An Ageing One - Is One Of The Most Insecure And Doomed Careers Imaginable.

It Shouldn't Come As Any Surprise That Those Who Choose Acting As A Profession Are Phonies Who Live In A Fantasy World. What Is Surprising Is How Many Of Them Are Blissfully Unaware Of It.

In Barcelona, Things Seem So Different. For Example, I Know That It's Traditionally The Least Spanish City, But You'd Never Know They Had A Monarchy, Coming Here As A Tourist - As Opposed To The Uk, Where The Queen Is Probably The Best-known Animal, Vegetable And/or Mineral Going When It Comes To Overseas Visitors.

And Call Me A Pig, But Isn't It Brilliantly Refreshing How Early The Dutch Eat Dinner? When They're Still Laying Out The Cutlery In Achingly Hip Barcelona, They're Hanging The Closed Sign On The Restaurant Doors Of Old Amsterdam.