It's my birthday...

...and I'll blog if I want to. Was there a better way to usher in the anniversary of my nativity than by sitting up until 3am, drinking red wine and reading poems? Possibly - Parisien boutique hotels near the Place des Vosges spring to mind - but it will do. Or maybe it proves that, agèd and increasingly decrepit though I am, with all those years crinkling into crow's feet around my eyes and an