The life of a Libertine is vaguely appealing for salacious reasons, but I wouldn’t want the alcoholism or syphilis.  However,  ’The Musings of a Would-be-Partial-Libertine’ seemed like too much of a mouthful.

English, Somerset, male, straight, older than I care to mention, single because I’m fussy or fall in love with women who live a gagillion miles away.  I am passionate about many many things - I love life, books, film, reading, language, my motorbike (not everyone else’s or bikes in general - I’m not a biker; I just like riding my bike), photography, writing, skin, nurses with warm hands, guitars, music with guitars and melodies, folky/acoustic stuff, rock, blues, etc.

I have no expectations of a legion of dear readers even chancing upon this, but I need somewhere to occasionally vent my bilious spleen and to remind me of my name.

And, having been here for a few weeks, maybe I should add that this will, I hope, be an eclectic mix of words, quotes, my own photos, and some of the incredibly beautiful and moving images, words, and miscellany that people so generously share on here.

Lucia, Anna, and Carlotta (stars of the Word of the Day posts) are, alas, only ravishing figments of my imagination.  They’re saucy, but they’re not as strange as some of the real people that dwell on these pages…

Lotty, Héloïse, Antoinette, and Hermione, on the other hand, are fruity wenches who might well be based upon one real person.