What was it like to grow up in the shadow of the Second World War as the child of parents realising they'd lost most of what they'd fought that war for?
What was it like to be locked into the one-sex English Public School System, while outside the world proselytised sexual freedom and social liberation?
What was it like to be a soldier when what one really wanted to be was an actor?
What was it like, after all this, to find oneself in the 'Withnail and I' World?
What was it like to discover that the Acting World was not made up of Laurence Oliviers?
What was it like to play lead parts on London's West End stage and yet not get cast in them?
What was it like to be part of prestigious international tours by the National Theatre and the Royal Shakespeare Company where actors died or went mad?
What was it like to become attached to, and marry, a girl from a country stigmatised by mainstream European opinion, and learn that country's generally considered impossible language?
What was it like, despite all that, to go and settle in that country, which had spent fory-five years behind the Iron Curtain?
What is it like for a near life-long wine drinker to have the oportunity to grow one's own grapes and make one's own wine from them?
This account seks to tell you and the Potential Reader will find answers I challenge Her or Him to find anywhere else, for here is a very different point-of-view, laced, happily, with a radical sense of the ridiculous.