FREEDOM!

BFF & I have a cunning plan.

We are both escaping real life, nicking a Campervan and finding a mountain and/or loch to live in the shelter off. Sans husbands, sans kids, sans drudge.

Her ancestry is wonderful. Welsh, White Jamaican, a teensy bit of Scottish and her Dad was born of a German Baron.

Why the Highlands? Nobody knows :o)

I’ve been watching these videos today in preparation for life in the wild mountainsides with a mad woman who has led me into many a madcap adventure since we were kids !!!

BTW : the image above is a Tartan Favour. My wedding cake was decorated with them and all the family was given a piece of MacGregor Tartan as a token of love and fidelity.

This one is MINE.

P.S. She may be half Red, Gold and Green.

I’m ALL Red, White and Green !

AI = Altered Images

Altered Images were a Glasgow band from the ’80’s and their song Happy Birthday was a favourite of mine.

Day After Tomorrow is my late Mum’s birthday.

Next month BFF & I will reach an iconic birthday….though hers is exactly 3 weeks before me :o)

Yeah. She knows. Having been BFF’s since we were both 11, I may have mentioned it once or twice (!)

Bloody Scorpios. Tchss!

One day – when me and she reach 100 – we WILL celebrate like this. Because everyone’ll think we’re old and demented.

Yes :o)

Apropos of nothing – I HATE OCTOPUSSIES. Himself used to snorkel off the Rock of Gibraltar and catch the horrible things. Once he brought one home and put it in my freezer. The bastard sea creature squirted black ink everywhere. Calamari? I’d rather eat all four of my car’s tyres, thank you very much.

Oh and btw : Travis are Scottish too & poor wee Greta is still aLive&KicKinG arse.

Next band, next song anyone ?

If The Kids Are United…

It was so lovely last evening.

Knock on the door. Son opens and I hear a manly hug and back slap.

His mates walk into the kitchen, arms wide open for a hug from me.

And it was a proper hug. Held for ages.

When we upgraded the pigsty to a man cave/bar and all these kids would be here every week…it was a place to speak their minds.

Aka – that actual bar was painted white with lots of felt tips in a jug on top.

The drunken messages written were brilliant. One I remember more than the rest. It started at the top with – “My Mum is better than your Mum”

Everyone chipped in.

Kids today would NEVER EVER EVEN think of writing that.

Every morning I was there with sweet hot tea, Alka Seltzers, Anadin or a bacon sandwich. Depending on the level of the hangover.

Some Ties Bind Stronger Than Others.

Thank you, kids. Love you all :o)

A Beautiful Autumn Day

It started early. I hate being chivvied so I did my protest, had another mug of coffee, wrote a shopping list and we ventured into town.

A Sunday morning lie-in is all well and good but not when the day is gorgeous and empty of traffic and full of bird song.

We had a big disagreement about people who were once close to us — as in our mate who was Family Liaison Officer in the Soham Murder Investigation. Long, boring story.

Himself was always the soldier. I was always the policeman when we were in the RMP.

Feeling the need for some light relief.

He’s never been a fan of Billy (MY Comedy HERO) but will admit he’s funny. We have both been long time fans of Kenny Everett.

Billy and Kenny were close mates.

The Fourth Way

The Fourth Way addresses the question of humanity’s place in the Universe and the possibilities of inner development. It emphasizes that people ordinarily live in a state referred to as a semi-hypnotic “waking sleep,” while higher levels of consciousness, virtue, unity of will are possible.

Someone is now preaching togetherness. The same someone who has had me banned for 3 years from their channel. Mmmmn.

OK.

When I think of the Fourth Way – these three come to mind (after Abba of course)

It’s when a number of completely different people come together and make something bigger than the individuals could ever do alone.

Agnetha had a voice. Frida had a voice. Bjorn and Benny had the music. Together they made something unique and ever-lasting.

Clarkson, Hammond, May – on paper these three are a disaster waiting to happen. Something no one in their right mind would ever even contemplate….

Another ever-lasting, unbelievably stupid, totally bad idea that is still alive and well and much loved by many :o)

The Cottage Fairy

I’ve watched this girl on and off for quite a while.

Last video I saw was her wedding prep. She looked so beautiful.

Today she’s speaking for ME too.

Right now – the best I get is total isolation. The very worst is my every word/comment coming back to bite my bum.

I don’t even write anymore.

Where to go from here?

Time will tell.

Alles Klar : The Hurting

Suffer the Children

This is why so many of us SUFFER from CHILDHOOD WOUNDS.

The very worst thing that a “mother” once said to me was – “God gave us two hands. WHY have more than two children?”

Well. A man and a woman make those children and together they have four hands.

I was physically unable to give birth to more than two.

On the 6th of May 2019 I posted the post below – DON’T GIVE UP.

And ANYONE who insists on telling the masses that MUSIC is EVIL and an invention of the TAVISTOCK INSTITUTE should book a room in Broadmoor.

If Music be the food of love…..PLAY ON.

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My post from May 2019. And I’ll NEVER retract or redact a single word. EVER.

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OK.

I’m having a strange day. WTF?

Years ago this song was used in an advert for the NSPCC.

National Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children.

The words apply just as much – no, even more – today.

Two beautiful voices with a message that resonates.

Dancing in the Moonlight

The “mad, bad, dangerous to know” girl (my favourite traveller-in-crime) & I danced in the moonlight a few times. Paris. Rome. Dubai. Venice. On a plane. In a car in the Chunnel. In wales. On my kitchen table…………

The most memorable was about 2am. In Dubai. Walking from the bar to our rooms. Via the swimming pool.

Our feet were hot so we danced in the shallow end. Kicking water at each other.

Aaah. The crazy things we do.

Happy Birthday – my gorgeous girl :o)

Divinely Feminine

OhMy. The girl has gone all pink and girly today

I’m making a divine pink, flowery, embroidered, ruffled, floaty wrap over dress out of some stunning Cotton Lawn.

Cotton Lawn is not as fine or sheer as muslin but it’s not far off.

After sewing with linen for so long, it feels like I’m stitching on cobwebs :o)

We are so hecking la-de-dah about fabrics today. They are as common as air and wind and rain and only really thought about when they are in short supply (?)

No-one likes frost-bite or sunburn. Hey ?

Four Candles

I lived through the 1970’s UK power cuts.

OMG – so much ammunition here.

Edward Heath was PM. I’ll post a post about Ted Heath’s extra-curricular activities one day! So – we are being threatened with the good ol’ bad ol’ blackouts again because of something about something (fill in the new BS blank)

I still carry a supply of candles in the pantry, along with torch batteries. We live in a village subject to regular power cuts. Some can last a few seconds. Some can last a whole 24 hours or more.

Once I could rely upon the good ol’ oil fired Rayburn to give us heat and hot water but the price of oil has gone way beyond our pay grade.

BTW : The video below the 1970’s video below will explain the title. Four Candles :o)

Note To Self : Re-learn how to make candles !

Writing The Hero’s Journey

I am first and foremost a writer.

I’ve studied both the art and the craft of writing for decades but everything I’ve read and/or written boils down to one single Universal Truth.

THE HERO’S JOURNEY.

This is the meaning of life. To live that journey.

Joseph Campbell was a great mentor via his books. Robert Graves too. And Myth & Legend. And the Tarot.

Everything in our lives is predicated on The Journey and how we choose to travel.

This journey ALWAYS starts with THE FOOL. The blithe young soul wearing the motley, with a bindle on his shoulder, the rose of love in his hand and a faithful dog at his heels as he steps over the cliff into the unknown.

The Journey always ends with The World. A circle. A Naked Woman and the Tetramorph (the four elements or the Four Evangelists or…)

It is a completed cycle.

Within this journey we face so much. So many trials. The Magic. The Spirit. The Love. The Strength. The Forward. The Backward. The Death. The Rebirth. The Devil. The Angel. The Destruction. The Rebuilding. Justice. Judgement. Light. Dark. Hope. Failure. Loss. Gain.

etc

George Lucas wrote Star Wars based on Joseph Campbell’s Hero With a Thousand Faces.

Luke is the fool. The little man with a strange voice (Obi wan?) is the Magician. Leia is the High Priestess. Darth is just one letter away from DEATH. And Vader is an anagram of RAVED.

Shrug.

I see this within my own life. Though – I just keep going back to The Sacred Fool (Heyoka) and Death is a given.

Don’t Bring Me Down…….

Thanks :o)

2 vs ONE

That’s how it started for me.

Narc + Narc ua-vs Little ME.

Then it GREW.

Hundreds of Narcs vs Little ME.

There is too much darkness in this world but one small light will always shine. FACT!

My greatest weapon was used the day that I revealed my EMPATH Soul. In 2019.

LOL. It brought them ghosties, ghoulies and long legged beasties right into – not just MY life but also – my most dearly beloveds’ lives.

And for that single eff-up…I HAVE become extremely Old Testament.

NO FORGIVENESS.

Destroy me all y’all want.

Leave my loved ones alone.

Thank you.

My light left on is NOT for demons. It’s for the love we bear each other.

NO – THING will destroy that.

Get it. Got it. GOOD :o)