Ceilidh – Happy St Andrew’s Day….Again

A couple of days ago someone clicked on a post of mine where I got salty about people from The Royal Kingdom of Fife being inter-bred…

I’m related to…

Samuel Greig married Sarah (1752–1793), daughter of Alexander Cook. Their union would give rise to children and grandchildren who later married into the Russian and German nobility.

Mmmn. In the 20th century the Greig’s and the Cook’s married again.

My Dad’s sister, Joy, married Archie Cook. Both of them local.

They had three daughters and the last time I went to a full Scottish Ceilidh was their eldest daughter, Fiona’s, wedding in Kinghorn. We don’t do pompous. FUN and Family are the Name of the Game

OMG. LOTS of men in kilts. Lots of music. Lots of dancing. My Dad even asked me for a dance but I was 8 months pregnant with my first son and felt like a heffalump. I couldn’t even toast the bride with a dram :o(

Happy St Andrew’s Day

Today is a holiday in Scotland. It’s also my late Nan’s birthday.

The history of St Andrew is complicated by various layers of stories, especially the biblical one, but N.C. postulates that St Andrew, the First Called, is actually a reflection of Andronicus I Comnenus (the name comes from Andros – Greek for man) and Jesus Christ. Both of whom were crucified.

He is also the patron saint of Russia, Ukraine, Georgia, Malta amongst others. He is venerated in the Crimea too.

The Scottish flag is probably the most famous of all saltires or Cross of St.Andrew and it is so easy to see how this man could have travelled to the far north of the British Isles, especially when he was closely tied to the Varangian (the Nordic Guards of the Byzantine Royal family.)

Anyway – Happy Holidays Scotland :o)

Surrounded by CHARMERS

THE Charmer…

The Charmer was a 1987 British television serial set in the 1930s, and starring Nigel Havers as Ralph Ernest Gorse, a seducing conman, Rosemary Leach as Joan Plumleigh-Bruce, a smitten victim widow and Bernard Hepton as Donald Stimpson, Plumleigh-Bruce’s would-be beau, who vengefully pursues Gorse after he has conned her.

I remember watching the whole series. Very enlightening!

I KNOW a SNAKE when I come across one.

They are also called KARMICS.

Karmics come into our lives to teach a necessary but extremely CRUEL lesson.

You have to thank them for the warning that cobras ARE poisonous. And it’s quite daft to ever go near another one.

REJECTION IS GOD’S PROTECTION. Fact!

Woohoo. Another youtube BAN

Alt World Discovery has now banned me too.

Unable to comment on anything.

Mmmmn. There is a pattern here. A four year long pattern of the same people banning me.

Alt World Discovery is meant to be a team effort between Autodidactic, FEB and Dougal UAP.

All of these peeps are getting hit hard by people who call them out for what they are.

Like me.

But the “message” HAS to be continued. The “ride” has to go on. The EGO is still filling all of space and the worlds beyond !

The Nine Muses and Their Mother THE TITANESS OF MEMORY MNEMOSYNE

For the first 17 years of my life I lived in tiny Navy and then Police quarters. A semi-detached with 3 bedrooms….and I always got the box room.

Even as a child I would draw very detailed floor plans of my dream home.

The plans changed with age but I still do it now. And still ADORE the amazing cathedrals and churches and castles and manors and cottages we have here in Britain.

My own memory palace always starts with a guardian at the front door to whom I pay the utmost respect. Her daughters pop up in certain important rooms with certain important memories.

Calliope guards the library.

Terpsichore guards the music.

Clio….speaks for me !

Ars Memoriae

I know this system best via Giordano Bruno (burned at the stake 1600) and Dame Frances Yates.

This is an ancient “art” with several methods of use.

My favourite is the method of loci or Architectural Memory.

It’s not so hard. We do it all the time – especially in a supermarket. Until they move stuff around the aisles and shelves. Harumph!

Today it’s not so well-known. Especially when we bring in melted buildings and mud flood and DEWS and Giant Elites with tiny servants and bedsits and tower blocks and ….!

I’d bet that most of the population only know anything about this via the TV series Sherlock.

Old World vs New World :o)

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 !

THE Bear & Sunset Boulevard

Sunset Boulevard is in my top 3 favourite films.

Firkin AWESOME.

Whenever I listen to Owen talk about his time in un-Holy-Wood, I think of this film.

He is the opening scene. Dead in the water being watched from above.

I’ve been a fan of Swanson for half of my life. She lived the nightmare/dream.

And I love to call HIM (the director) Cecil B Demented.

Gloria was secure enough in herself to be portrayed on film as a washed-up, deranged, psychotic, stupid, desperate for love, suicidal old woman.

Watch the film. It’s very prescient.

Prescient

adjective

  1. having or showing knowledge of events before they take place.

The Old Straight Track

The Old Straight Track is a book written long ago by Alfred Watkins. Ley lines etc.

I may be walking this energy line right now.

Well. When you pray for help……!

Same book as the last post and even more confirmation of my own research.

Heiros Gamas? Sacred Marriage? Jung’s Inner Civil War? Divine Masculine. Divine Feminine.

BTW – my research has lead me to believe/feel that John the Evangelist and John the Baptist were one and the same person.

In the shot below – the author is talking about Da Vinci and his painting The Last Supper.

The Da Vinci Code Fiasco & Planet Sanity

I have used Academia Edu for almost a decade.

What I love best is the fact that you will get recommendations based on your previous downloads.

6 times out of 10 these will be useless to you. But then …

…you get handed gold into your inbox.

I’ll withhold the book and the author (because I can) and say YAY. A touch of sanity in this insane world. Well this chapter anyway.

It’ll take me much longer to read the entire work.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you :o)

Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

This was the Queen’s reply to Alice telling her that one could not believe in impossible things.

A pretty good summary of my own journey into Hidden History.

Above is the opening of an article by Andreu Marfull Pujadas called The Parable of History and something I’ve read several times.

Why?

Because it has refused to make any sense.

My knowledge of Jews, Judaism is almost zero and that small part is thoroughly mainstream.

Yet, the other day, all started to make some semblance of sense when I connected it to two of history’s most famous Men-of-War.

Napoleon and Hitler.

Both of these figures had a knowledge of something Hidden that set them on their respective paths of destruction – destruction of themselves and of others.

And both of them were obsessed with Egypt.

P.S. I’m trying to debunk my own theory about the Black Madonna but even anti-sources are giving hard facts in support.

Heyho :o)

10|11|60 : The Art of Gratitude

In 10 days I will CELEBRATE my 60th birthday.

Yes. Celebrate to the max.

All year I’ve been freaking out about this number.

OMG – I’m old enough to be the mother of so many of the people on yt. Eeek. Hide. Shame.

I’m a useless DINOSAUR.

Then I thought of my own mother.

She died very suddenly and unexpectedly a few weeks after her 49th birthday. So, in 10 days I will become 11 years older than she was the last time we saw her.

Sadly – my mother and I were never friends. We were mother and daughter. She gave birth to me and I was born from her.

She never had the chance to meet her 2nd grandson. I was pregnant when she died.

All through history there was respect for the Elders. Look at the Native Americans. Their elders are their teachers. The Chinese have/had total respect for the older generation.

What if GOD was one of us? He’d be an old man. Would y’all diss him too, then send him to the nearest plastic surgeon?

Grow up.

Starforts and Elsinore

For me, the most glorious prose ever written belongs to the Shakespeare play HAMLET.

I wrote about Kronborg Castle, Denmark way back in June 2019.

MYSTERIOUS ELSINORE

MYSTERIOUS ELSINORE

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Kronborg Castle, Denmark was supposedly the model for Hamlet’s Elsinore.

Kronborg is a fecking beautiful Star Fort.

Will come back to it another time :o)

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Aewar and Wooden Nickels just posted a fabulous video about Starforts.

“I’ll be with you straight. Go a little before”

Far too many of my nearest and dearest know that I have a Not So Secret Pash for KenBran.

This speech. About war. Spine-tingly.

Researching In The Wee Quiet Hours

This past week and more I’ve gone back to how I was over 3 years ago and it is Wonderful :o)

To wake up in the wee quiet hours of 1 or 2 or 3am with an intense desire to answer some questions that my sleeping brain brought up used to be so normal for me.

A few days back I found a thesis about Baba Yaga and Black Madonna and I let it sit there in the little grey cells.

This IS syncretism in all it’s glory but that is NOT a bad thing.

Here we have the BLACK imposed on the Madonna for totally unknown reasons……or maybe not so unknown.

Like Lavinia, here is the woman, that oh so essential part of procreation, cast down into the deep dark.

She is witch, BogeyWoman, Bitch, Evil, Whore, Second Class, The Moon but never the Sun and all that jazz.

Himself and I watched a video this morning. One of the Handsome DeVils series and the woman who fell for the “handsome devil” was called Loretta.

OMG. If he said it once, he said it ten times…………

From now on, I want you all to call me Loretta. It’s my right as a man. I want to have babies.

You haven’t got a womb. Where is the foetus going to gestate? You gonna keep it in a box?

Syncretism & The Word ROMAIC

I have this crazy-mad theory about the Hidden History of the Black Madonnas that I’ve seen nowhere before and was feeling some doubts about.

Then, all of a sudden, the word SYNCRETISM was read and looked up and everything fell into place.

Syncretism :

  1. the amalgamation or attempted amalgamation of different religions, cultures, or schools of thought.”interfaith dialogue can easily slip into syncretism”
  2. 2.LINGUISTICSthe merging of different inflectional varieties of a word during the development of a language.

Of course. That is what has happened with this subject.

SO – It has to be stripped back to the very beginning.

Everywhere you go you will read about the Divine Feminine, the Jungian Psychology, the Dark Mother, the Pre-Christian/pagan, the racial symbolism, the Catholic Control, the great and titillating mystery of these religious icons. Millions of words, thousands of ideas, hundreds of books.

For me it needed just three words.

Syncretism.

Khem/Kemit.

Romaic.

It takes me back to the old argument about the colour of Cleopatra’s skin.

Was she a black African/Egyptian or was she truly Greek?

Think outside the box? What box? There IS NO BOX :oO

Why The DA VINCI Code?

There are many answers to this question but I’ll stick with the one.

Around 1994 Lynn Picknett and Clive Prince wrote a book together called Turin Shroud: In Whose Image? the Truth Behind the Centuries-Long Conspiracy of Silence.

Whilst I disagree with their conclusions, they made a revelation that is pertinent to today’s researching of AltHist. The subject?

Photography.

To quote Picknett and Prince :

On a side note and meaning nothing – Lynn Picknett has been a Facebook friend of mine for years. She has even answered some of my annoying questions :o)

The Alphabet Versus The Goddess

I bought and read this book when it was first published.

This groundbreaking book proposes that the rise of alphabetic literacy reconfigured the human brain and brought about profound changes in history, religion, and gender relations. Making remarkable connections across brain function, myth, and anthropology, Dr. Shlain shows why pre-literate cultures were principally informed by holistic, right-brain modes that venerated the Goddess, images, and feminine values. Writing drove cultures toward linear left-brain thinking and this shift upset the balance between men and women, initiating the decline of the feminine and ushering in patriarchal rule. Examining the cultures of the Israelites, Greeks, Christians, and Muslims, Shlain reinterprets ancient myths and parables in light of his theory. Provocative and inspiring, this book is a paradigm-shattering work that will transform your view of history and the mind.

Does every word and sentence sit well with me?

No!

But it’s a mind-expanding read :o)

The BEST Place To Learn…

…is a quote. From a member of the Truth Community.

From a handsome (quote) clever (quote) good-looking (quote) Mr Man.

He lika da girls. Lots of them. He made them Moderators.

He da Cowboi shooting from da hip.

HE STOLE MY WORK & MADE HIMSELF FAMOUS.

Heyho. Such is life.

And, thank you, my Lord. Silence is GOLDEN :o)

REAL LIFE

Like I actually NEED internet HATERS.

I’ve just been told IRL to stfu, I don’t need your help. I know what I’m doing.

I called out the gaslight.
I know GASLIGHTING. It begins with “I TOLD YOU xyz”

In the middle is – “No. You did not tell me.”

Next comes – I TOLD YOU. You are just too stupid to remember.”

My volley – “don’t gaslight me.”

Reply – “STFU. All you know comes from the internet. I don’t need you.”

Yep. I don’t tell lies. I just point out truths. Truths and real experience.

And I AM HATED FOR THAT.

Welcome to the life of an Empath.

I’ll just crawl back into my hole and die :o(

WHATEVER!

From almost the beginning of The Hidden History Project (2018) I have used the SAME tagline.

“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.”

This a quote from the Sufi poet, Rumi.

And (by God) I’ve lived by it.

YET ; too many have walked in a well-trodden rut, full of mud, and forgotten that they are here to Challenge the Status Quo. Not to establish their own.

Times have changed. Yet people have refused to change. What was brilliant/safe/comfortable for them once will never last forever.

Bitch all you want about the elites/controllers keeping us down and dumb and incapable and used and worthless. Or – LIVE YOUR LIFE.

From now on I’ll be MAD ? ? ?

Nothing has changed over the centuries. Every FREE SPIRIT was/has been/still is labelled MAD and sent to an Asylum.

Only the TRULY FREE will TRULY break the shackles of imprisonment. It’s difficult. It’s ugly. It’s heart-breaking. It means being alone and friendless and unsure and absolutely terrified.

But it’s worth every sling and arrow of outrageous mis-fortune.

:o)

Think Outside The Box : What Box? Nobody Told Me There Was a Box

Something that I can NEVER blame my parents for is Boxing my brothers and I in.

They made suggestions. They gave insults. They tried the bully stuff. But when push came to shove they let us three make our minds up.

Our home was very vocal. Very argumentative. Very confrontational. But us three dodecahedron shapes were not forced into a square hole.

We all left home aged 17 and travelled around the world. We were all allowed to do that. No clipped wings.

To this day, when asked what I do for a living I will say – I’m a mother and housewife. Otherwise the asker would be there for a few hours listening to what I truly am.

I’m divergent aka a pain in the arse aka uncontrolled.

:o)

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 ?

“He Has ALL The Skills & ALL The Knowledge”

OMGiddy Aunt.

I’ve not seen this episode for years.

I love Rishi. She’s like me a few years/decades/centuries back….totally innocent and credulous.

BTW : Tomorrow is a New Moon in Scorpio and a partial SOLAR ECLIPSE. Not as stated today on a yt “truther” channel. NOT a lunar eclipse.

Solar is male. Lunar is female.

Gotta love a hater. They need a special kind of loving :o)

Am I “Annoying” or “Abusive” ? ? ?

Wow.

I’m in my 4th year of this BS on yt.

It’s not just one channel but almost everywhere that I engage in comments.

At least my blog and personal email and friends and family are no longer being pissed on by my own personal haters.

Yes. My friends and family receiving emails, supposedly from me, but from someone pretending to me. Fortunately – these dearly beloveds know me well enough to know my innate Modus Operandi – WHICH IS NEITHER BULLYING NOR ABUSIVE.

I’ll admit to being annoying, though :o)

I’d like to personally thank Aewar for being so interactive with this much banned p.o.s. and telling me THE TRUTH about what is happening.

Cheers. Much gratitude.

CRACKER

It takes incredible skill to write or to play such an unattractive main character and make your audience love him.

Fitz is a bad as they get. An unfaithful husband. A terrible father. A drunk. A gambler. A psychologist with more problems than the psychos he’s there to catch.

My biggest memory of this show is “PanHandle” the derogatory name he calls the red haired police woman.

The episode with Robert Carlyle about The 96 was truly heart-breaking.

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)

Three Little Words

My Girl Monday came to see me this morning. She wants to learn how to crochet. So we had her first crochet lesson.

This girl is feisty and confident and totally open. But when she first learned that she had breast cancer, she (almost) gave up.

Weeks into her treatment, she’s now back. As sassy as always and totally unfazed about talking through her experiences. Which are already many and sometimes brutal.

6 hours a day in hospital getting chemo! Hence the need to occupy herself.

I, inadvertently, brought her to tears as she left. How?

I just told her the truth.

We love you.

An open mind and heart can cure so much.

Be truthful and honest. Don’t hoard every resentment inside. Face EVERYTHING, totally naked, and give thanks.

Bless her warrior heart :o)

YEW

I live within feet of the village church and cemetery. Yews are all around me. We have rampant yews in the garden.

Yews are called The Tree of Death.

They are also called The Tree of Life.

Ooh. A divine couple!

Dink. Lightbulb Switched On

I’ve just had an absurdly profound thought about Hidden and Twisted History.

Someone watched a video I’d posted ages ago about Vampires.

Sheesh. This has always been in my mind but only now has it made sense.

Vampires drink blood. I’ve written so much about Dracula and Elizabeth Bathory and Deviant Burials but….

THIS POST IS THE LINK.

26th of April 2019 : Wordless

From Nikitas Choniates, 12th century Byzantine writer:

Thus the wretched Andronicus was arrested, bound, and thrown into a boat together with the women…

He was confined in the so-called prison of Anemas with two heavy chains weighing down his proud neck, the iron collar used to fetter caged lions, and his feet were painfully shackled. Bound in this fashion he was paraded before Emperor Isaakios (Isaac II Angelos – his cousin)…

He was slapped in the face, kicked on the buttocks…his teeth pulled out…he was even battered by women who struck him in the mouth with their fists…

Afterwards his right hand was cut off by an axe, he was cast again into the same prison without food and drink, tended by no one.

…one of his eyes was gouged out, and seated upon a mangy camel, he was paraded through the agora.

…there was no evil which they did not inflict wickedly on Andronikus. Some struck him on the head with clubs…some using foul language reviled his mother and all their forebears. There were those who pierced his ribs with spits…pelted him with stones…

There was no one who did not inflict some injury on Andronikus.

To those who poured forth one after another and struck him, he turned and said no more than, ‘Lord have mercy,’

Removing the short tunic they assaulted his genitals. A certain ungodly man dipped his long sword into his entrails by way of the pharynx…

…raised their swords with both hands…they brought them down, making trial as to whose cut was deepest.

After so much suffering, Andronikus broke the thread of life, his right arm extended in agony and brought around to his mouth so that it seemed to many that he was sucking out the still warm blood dripping from the recent amputation.

From mysterioustimes.com  Jan 2019:

“On the Holy Shroud – the professor adds – I have counted 370 flagellate wounds, without taking into account the lateral ones, which the canvas does not offer because it only enveloped the anterior and posterior part of the body. But we can launch the hypothesis of about 600 hits. In addition, the three-dimensional reconstruction has allowed us to reconstruct that at the time of death, the man of the Sindone was bent to the right because the right shoulder was so severely dislocated that it had injured the nerves “

ZOMBIES

Zombies thrive and live on the living because they are DEAD inside.

There is one woman that I can always go back to. My personal hero.

I have lived in Ulster twice. Once as a serving soldier. Once as a “wife of” a serving soldier.

About 3 years ago when the hatred began against me on yt, a certain person made a video and in the live chat (after I’d talked here several times about Dolores) chatters were saying how a woman in the video looked so much like that girl from the Cranberries.

I may be a freaking freak but I have (like my father) a photographic memory.

Dolores O’Riordan was sexually abused by her local CATHOLIC priest.

Her mother refused to believe her.

I never told my parents about my abuse. I’d’ve been hit from here to kingdom come.

Dolores. I love her.

Another Puzzle Piece Placed : Michel de Montaigne

I have a 1991 paperback edition of Montaigne’s Essays – used for research into the mind of of the 16th/17th century person.

What this edition of mine completely lacks is any mention of the first translator of Montaigne into English and to whom he dedicated his works.

The translator was John Florio and he dedicated his work to two women…

Elizabeth Sidney Rutland and Penelope Devereux Rich.

:o)

Enter The Italians : Stage Right

I’m tracking packages today. All of them late.

A crockpot – much cheaper than £600 for 500 litres of oil.

Fabric that was meant to be here about 2 weeks ago and needed a Snot-o-Gram to get stuff moving.

And a Dame Frances Yates book.

About John Florio.

He’s the first Italian.

Spoiler : the second Italian is someone I’ve posted about many times before in the past 4 years. Giordano Bruno.

So happy to see EVERYTHING coming together to make a perfect picture.

BTW : Florio was NOT Shakespeare. In my Humble Opinion. But he was very connected to everything else about the Bard.

Queen & Country

I pledged my life to my Queen & Country when I was 19 years old. And I served her.

Nothing will make me feel or say ill of Elizabeth the woman. She was our Queen. End of.

Just because I’m not a dyed-in-the-wool monarchist doesn’t mean that I had no respect. Far from it. Who in hell would EVER want her job?

Anyhoo and by-the-by…..I love my country.

So there.

P.S. The first thing you learn (just about) when you join HM.Forces is how to pronounce Ma’am.

Rhymes with Pam.

Coryat’s Crudities

Well, now. Who’d’ve thought that research done over 20 years ago would come back to me right now?

Historical Fiction writers are unashamed plagiarist’s. They (or maybe just me!!) love to use personal accounts of the time like letters, memoires, diaries and travelogues.

I’d used Coryat’s travel impressions several times. Along with his patterns of speech and vocabulary.

For some unknown reason he is embedded in this new line of research. Not only via his timeline, his journeys, his patron… but also his closest friends.

The Game’s Afoot as Henry V said long before Sherlock Holmes :o)

Bel-Voir vs Beaver

Getting up at 4am with chronic heartburn has it’s compensations.

Wow. I learned many things in the next 2 (quiet) hours.

This is so linked that it resembles a Gordian Knot.

I’ll explain more when I know more but for now…

Links include :

The Manners Family

George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham

Rutland

Penelope Devereux, her brother, Robert Devereux – 2nd Earl of Essexand her son, Henry Rich

1603

Southampton

Titus Andronicus

Robert Dudley

Edward de Vere

Ivan Grozny

Elizabeth I Tudor

Sir Philip Sidney and his sister Mary

James VI & I Stuart

Silly Kate

Shakespeare

And Belvoir (Beaver, please!) Castle

Oh. Let’s throw in a Witch of Three like in Macbeth :o)

SOUL FOOD : Great Success

Meatloaf is not really a UK traditional dish but I had all that I needed and was a bit brain dead. So I went back to Momma Cherri and her meatloaf.

Woohoo. 12 out of 10 on the scoreboard. Though I may’ve been a bit heavy handed with the Worcestershire Sauce :o)

Spicy. Like a Bat Out of Hell….?

P.S. Years since I saw the original programme. Momma lives in Brighton, on the south coast, methinks.

How To Build a Wonderful Story

The video below talks about a quite well-known piece of history.

My fave author (right now) took this and wrote an incredible tale called Night After Night.

Yup. Talked about it before but somethings never get old.

KP was 36 when she died. After giving birth to a daughter by her 4th (?) husband Thomas Seymour.

KP was the “survived” of the divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived wives of Henry VIII.

Her body was said to have been – urm – interfered with after it was disinterred.

Princess Diana, the late Princess of Wales and NOT our Queen Consort now, died at 36.

Trinity Ansell (fictional) died at 36.

Trinity was haunted by the ghost of KP.

One of the Big Other contestants was haunted by the ghost of Diana.

Another of the Big Other contestants had just turned 36.

Read the book.

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