“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.”
Including yet another self-reference. GB : A Message to ALL Gamers I’ve looked into the eyes of these people in Karachi. And I couldn’t do one single damn thing to help them then :o( Maybe I can help them now?
My arse! I don’t buy or read newspapers but I got caught in yet another supermarket q and just happened to be beside the newspaper stand. Oh. So. They’ve turned on their own already? Saving face? Denying all knowledge? Bringing down one of their public faces with a 3/4 same as before SCANDALOUS Sex Scandal? […]
My hairdresser, who became a valued friend, married into the family below. I know a little too much about this. Like – in the UK, to farm ostriches, you need a Dangerous Animal License. I’ve never eaten kanga or ostrich but I’ve got a glorious Ostrich Feather duster :o) OSLINC
That’s it. Drastic means call for drastic measures. I have a few bowls of homemade pot pourri about the house. The one in the hallway is the biggest. About a foot wide. An old Victorian Butter Bowl. Things that I have found in my creative creations over the years : Dead batteries. Dog Fluff. Handbags. […]
The dried sage that I bought from Amazon has Always refused to stay lit. The scented candle that I bought the other day, when stuck in a 2m apart supermarket q here and wait farce, smelled ok for a minute. AHA! Thought I – add one to the other. Oh. Poop. AHA! Thought I – […]
For some inexplicable reason, I’m going back to a post from the date above and Andreu Marfull Pujadas – my Catalonian/Cathar/NC guide! GB : GNOSTICISM IN THE NAG HAMMADI OK, haters. Let’s go back a year and recycle this info ? ? ?
I’ve been a bit slow here. OK. Plan of attack. Get ruthless with the secateurs. All my black/red/white currant and gooseberry bushes have given up the ghost! They need a good prune. Also – the once glorious veg patch is now…just a mass of mess. Apart from the comfrey and roses and rhubarb. Maybe I […]
And that’s not Elizabeth Regina. My song a hundred years ago and now. The lights are on our side, driving out of town tonightThis night the colour of blue glassThe warm wind is in our hair, summertime is everywhereIt’s funny how today just flew pastI’ve been in the wrong place, I’ve been in the wrong […]