I Need a Beret and a Pack of Gitanes!

Maybe this isn't surprising, the Lovely Carla wasn't fazed, I took an internet quiz (Wikopedia) this morning, and found that I'm basically an Existentialist, with a healthy dollop of Hedonism thrown in for good measure (plus a smidgen of Kantian, Nihilist and Divine God). I'm in the camp where the meaning of life is something we supply. Actual circumstances might be grim, MEANING is what we bring to the party. At the same time, we should/can/must ENJOY IT while we can! Oui, Oui.