Good Grief. Kit Marlowe had this pegged in 1590. When you sell your heart, soul, body & truth to the Dark One…you will NEVER EVER Win. EVER! NEVER! Why do people still think that they can outsmart the greatest trickster in history? Ego? Arrogance? Ignorance? Shrug. Carry on.

This Oasis song has a very special place in my heart. 1995. I was a cleaner at the NAAFI in Longmoor and sometimes Eunice and I would put a song on full blast to help us through the drudge and crap. Singing and dancing whilst you are J. Edgar hoovering is so much fun :o) […]

OK. My BAD :o( Whenever I’m forced to listen to people who constantly complain about how hard everything is. How much they suffer. How little money they have. What a Victim they are. I just say… Get Off the Cross : It’s Already Been Taken. Such a great conversation stopper :o) Ooops :o)

Written by Annie Lennox. The Hurting Time To everything there is a purposeTo every blade of grassAnd every leaf on every treeEvery livin’ thing will surelyCome to passAnd what will be will beThat’s when the hurtin’ time begins And all the things you never saidOr didn’t have the strength to sayAnd everything you ever didThat […]

To me she will always and forever be Lady Jane Felsham from the Lovejoy series. But she’s played many roles. A good one was in Daughters of Cain, an Inspector Morse episode, where she’s an English Literature teacher who constantly spouts lines from Macbeth. She was also in Downtown Abbey – which I never watched. […]

I’ve never lost faith. I’ve always given my very best. But – I admit – that I’ve questioned the myth of Pandora’s Box. When I opened it, there was NO HOPE. I love this film. Louise Brooks gave me part of my pen-name.

From fingertips to elbows, ankles to knees. Pain. I’ve found a way to bypass the process below. Gather the stinging nettles and marinate them for a couple of weeks? Nah. Just get a pair of secateurs, stomp the beggars into the ground and then cut the stalks. It’s rained so much here lately that all […]

The blonde with big tuts, a big gob, Prada sunglasses and a FAKE love. Yeah. Whatever. Enjoy the ever-giving apples of Venus, love :o) All in the best possible taste ? ? ?

I told Himself about it. Some strawberries are growing under the crazy hazelnut tree. Some are growing beside the veg patch – in the sun. Some are growing in the new green polytunnel. Which will fruit first. He listened and said “Just like Douglas.” Even after doing what I’ve done, writing what I’ve written, watched […]

I love this episode of Poirot with David Suchet and Zoe Wanamaker. The main character, Mr Shaitana, dies as everyone is playing Bridge. Mephistopheles from Faust. Work it out yourselves.

His name is Zak. A Muslim. He left his village in the mountains between Pakistan and China to work for us. A Kashmiri.

We are in the middle of a Thunderstorm. Woohooo :o) Once more and yet again. Freddie was a Parsi/Farsi aka Persian aka Arabic. He died on my birthday. He knew what Bismillah was. The Arabic phrase for “in the name of God.” I employed more than one Parsi/Farsi in the UAE. FACT. Go away, Freddie. […]