“Run from what’s comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I’ll be mad.”
I’m going loopy, methinks. OK. Meknows. Titus Andronicus Act 1 Scene 1 line 136 : The self-same gods that arm’d the Queen of Troy. What the…? What Queen of Troy. The clue is revealed 2 lines later with “Thracian tyrant.” Aha. That’d be Hecuba then. Then I read the annotation at the end of the […]
This time it IS my thing. I decided, in mine own unfathomable way, that both Titus Andronicus and King Lear shared very similar personality traits. Titus chooses to support the yukky, deceitful and totally soulless Saturninus over that one’s younger brother Bassianus. Even though Bassianus is loyal and fair-minded and deeply loved by Titus’ daughter, […]
OK. Not original. It belongs to Clarkson. I MIGHT Have Done a Thing! First thing in the morning, the shop is mostly empty and the same silly sods always get their groceries before the rush starts. So we are now (after 20 odd years) all on nodding acquaintance. Rural Joke. There were five shoppers this […]
C’mon. Obvious. If this was done in 499 B.C. It’s no longer a secret. Apparently Histiaeus had a hissy fit about his life with Darius as the Persians fought the Scythians and decided to chnage stuff up. Secretly. How? Well. He got one of slaves. Had said slave’s head shaved and then tattooed with a secret […]
When I took youngest to the hospital t’other day, I did a Time & Motion study before we set off. A certain town is exactly half way between us and Lincoln and I had a bit of shopping to do. So rather than take him there, take him home, get back in the car and […]
But I FEEL EVERYTHING :o( It was a given that today would be full of the same old BS. I was awake most of the night. Doing Technicoloured Yawns (look it up)
Death of a Gossip was M.C. Beaton’s F1RST Hamish Macbeth book. FEB is named. “What’s this? Men’s lib?” Daphne slid her arm into his and they left the lounge together. Alice stood stock still, biting her lip. “I told you you were wasting your time.” Lady Jane’s large bulk hove up on Alice’s port side. […]
Today is my late father’s birthday. David Samuel Greig is his name. FACT! He’d be so freaking annoyed beyond annoyed to know that his name has been stolen to make a youtoobia channel that comments BS on FEB amongst other channels. See image above. Today is also the anniversary of the day that I lead […]