I'd hate to ruin the Charles Dickens masterpiece 'A Tale of Two Cities' for anyone who hasn't read it, for example by announcing that the wizard dies and the end of the book, but I can reveal that for those living in 18th Century Europe, it was the best of times and it was the worst of times (or even the 'blirst' of times, as afficianados of The Simpsons will pay testament to).
As paradoxes (or is that paradoxen?) go, that one's a bit of a headscratcher, but here's ome I made earlier:
I hate wasps, I love Wasps.
In my opinion, the stinging insects serve no discernable purpose other than to procreate, to hurt people and to help the earth's flowering plants to survive by transfering pollen.
The rugbly club on the other hand (The London Wasps) shall from this time forth and forever more, be close to my heart. I confess I know little about the sport, but the sporting demi-god Lawrence Dallaglio, who has won just about everything there is to win in the game, and who currently plays as flanker for Wasps, has agreed to meet me later this week.
As far as playing the game goes, I was severely put off it at school, due to my 'twiglet' physique and my balsa wood-like constitution. True I was of average size for a fourteen-year-old, but that was when I was 20.
Anyway, just to say that I'm really grateful to Lawrence, to the team manager Nolan Miller, and indeed to young Claire, who broke the good news to me.