
... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
The Emotional Blackmailer’s Handbook. Chapter 99. Projecting your anxieties and insecurities.

Dog-walking on the Common this morning, I found myself talking aloud to her.
“As a loyal friend, you sometimes seem less than adequate. When, for example, was the last time you ever stopped me from setting the whiskey-soaked bed on fire ? Warned me that bad men with guns were approaching on horseback under cover of darkness ? Or brought help from a distant farm in the nick of time as I sank deeper in to the quicksand ?”
The old dog didn't even shrug, just gave me a look that clearly suggested quiet contempt.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
there but for fortune go you or i ...

returning from last night's concert and crossing the thames reminded me of a famous verse ...
The Embankment
( The fantasia of a Fallen Gentleman on a Cold, Bitter Night)
Once, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy,
In a flash of gold heels on the hard pavement.
Now see I
That warmth`s the very stuff of poesy.
Oh, God, make small
The old star-eaten blanket of the sky,
That I may fold it round me and in comfort lie.
T. E. Hulme (1883 - 1917)
the picture is picture from ... http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap091001.html
competition time

a double first question, indicative of the author's distasteful curiosity about the enigmatic gender:
about the lady who wore this dress ... might she have swayed ? or wriggled ?
and a question of taste for the aesthete:
which of these teapots from the same small room in the V&A might she have chosen for brewing the first cup of the day ?
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
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