That life may be more comfortable yet,
And all my joys refined, sincere and great,
I'd choose two friends, whose company would be
A great advance to my felicity:
Well-born, of humours suited to my own;
Discreet, and men, as well as books, have known.
Brave, generous, witty, and exactly free
From loose behavior or formality.
Airy and prudent, merry, but not light;
Quick in discerning, and in judging right.
Secret they should be, faithful to their trust;
In reasoning cool, strong, temperate and just;
Obliging, open, without huffing, brave,
Brisk in gay talking, and in sober, grave;
Close in dispute, but not tenacious, tried
By solid reason, and let that decide;
Not prone to lust, revenge, or envious hate,
Nor busy meddlers with intrigues of state;
Strangers to slander, and sworn foes to spite:
Not quarrelsome, but stout enough to fight
Loyal and pious, friends to Caesar, true
As dying martyrs to their Maker too.
In their society, I could not miss
A permanent, sincere, substantial bliss.
From The Choice by John Pomfret
A selection of writings, speeches, photographs and events as well as some of my favourite literary passages.
Thursday, 25 January 2007
Tuesday, 23 January 2007
The Orangery in Winter
Tuesday, 9 January 2007
Stunning New Zealand
Sunday, 31 December 2006
New Year's Eve Fireworks in Sydney
Sunday, 24 December 2006
Saturday, 23 December 2006
Sydney at Christmas and New Year
Tuesday, 19 December 2006
Hong Kong at Christmas
Hong Kong was having wonderful weather and the winds had blown away most of the smog so it was idyllic having rooms overlooking the harbour. Friends took us to a fabulous French restaurant overlooking Deepwater Bay called Cococabana
Monday, 18 December 2006
Favourite Cafes
Fabio, Daniel, Jesus (the chef), Giorgi, with Mirelle and Paola |
I don't know why I haven't written about this place before, as it played a large part in my City life. The Village was originally a greasy spoon in the back of our office building just off Mitre Square where The Ripper did for his eighth victim and was taken over at the end of the 80s by a family of enterprising Italians who cleaned it up but kept it totally unpretentious. It became my breakfast haunt for 20+ years.
I would take my Lloyd's List in there at about 7am and have the same breakfast every day - poached egg on toast with grilled tomatoes and a large latte. The waitresses were sometimes Romanian doctors moonlighting while they got their British credentials. Friends would come in and we would sit and chat and catch up on the news or the gossip. A wonderful way to start the day.
Although I no longer go there I was sad to see that the place had recently closed as the building is awaiting renovation. I don't know where they've gone but I'm sure somewhere they are making people happy.
Monday, 11 December 2006
Thursday, 7 December 2006
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