I relate a lot to the pathetic machinations of Nigel Farrell. He is so desperate for an exotic life outside his own preordained rat-race that he conjures up a wealth of economic exercises to attain his own nirvana, his own peaceful existence. He seems to have an abundance of friends who tolerate his selfish indulgences.
I would have preferred to comment on Nigels Place in France, the 2005 version of his erratic escapades.
Nonetheless, I enjoy each and every step he takes. Thank you Nigel and especially, thank you Reza. Your capacity Reza to tolerate your friend has been marvellous.