I was living in Paris to "pursue postgraduate studies in mathematics". I also pursued les jeunes filles, with limited success, but I was fortunate in other regards. The English painter Nigel Priestley introduced me to oil paints. The American abstract expressionist painter Carol Haerer lived in student quarters across the street (abstract expressionism was still big in those days). The Indian composer Vanraj Bhatia ("Van") also lived there, and we became close (platonic) friends. And, of course, there was Terence Minker (a.k.a. Minkling, Minky, and "Laurence Granger"). Doesn't everyone remember Minkling's performance as Antonio in the British Council's production of The Merchant Of Venice -- and his even more memorable performances off-stage?
After Paris I returned to England to launch a career in engineering, which later took me first to Canada and then Massachusetts, where I have lived ever since. I painted and wrote (articles, unpublished novels and playlets) and dabbled in amateur theatricals when I found time. Looking back, it seems to me that I goofed off quite a lot indulging these hobbies. However, I managed to remain gainfully and profitably employed; I also raised two good-looking, successful children, neither of whom inherited my neuroses. I took early retirement and moved to Cape Cod to paint and write in earnest.
Two of the protagonists in my one act comedy Cross Talk are described as being "opinionated, tactless and parochial". I suppose that's a fairly accurate description of myself. After striving for decades to change things, I can only conclude that there's not much one can do about it. I think it was Humphrey Bogart who noted that some people were born three drinks below par.
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