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 !


I love Aubrey Beardsley prints.

For a long time I was well into the Art Nouveau stuff. I even bought and sold it in my shop.

The pic above is Beardsley drawing Oscar Wilde’s One Act Tragedy Salome.

Which reminds me of Sunset Boulevard. Norma Desmond has written a screenplay about Salome which she “knows” will re-activate her film career via Mr. Cecil. B. Demented.

I’m ready for my close-up.

P.S. Never liked Rod. Fake Scot. Though I love his Handbags and Gladrags song as sung by Stereophonics.


Beam Me Up, SNOTTY

John Sullivan’s words, as delivered by Delboy, are now a huge part of our language here.

The one in the title is a personal favourite.

Going back a day – the law of SOD is still operating.

I just sent a polite snot-o-gram to an ebay seller I’ve used many times saying that I’ve not received my order. It’s 5 days late.

Ten minutes later I open the back door to hang out the washing and there is a parcel on the doorstep. MY PARCEL.

WTF? The front door was wide open so the postie snuck around the side and silently placed it there……on purpose. Because why ?


I’m in the process of drafting a Victorian reform dress in the style of the Aesthetic Movement as championed by Oscar Wilde, of all people.

The artistic, aesthetic, dress reform movement was all for beautifully draped, embellished and free clothing. A fashion anarchy against the corsets and bustles and strait-jacket-rigours of the usual Victorian clothes.

Many gift the likes of Chanel with freeing women from the shackles of whalebone and bustle and crinoline. Few know about Wilde’s contribution.

Yeah. Beam me up, Snotty indeed.


Words, Words, Words : Hamlet

More and more, as each day passes, I’m appreciating my English Literature Lessons with Miss Woodhouse.

WORDS. Books. Writing. Meaning.

As a writer myself, I’m quite often stunned when I re-read my own written words. As a reader, I see so much more than was written.

Skip forward : the last sentence makes sense to me. OK? Good.

This is why I prefer to write with pen and paper and NEVER throw any of it away. I came across a scrappy note not long ago on which I’d written (by hand) :

His words were as moist and slippery as a tongue.

I’ve no memory of writing it or why or when.

OK. The question is : What Book Turned Dorian Gray Evil?

Confession – I’ve not finished watching the video below and don’t know the answer, even though I’ve read the words. My bad ;o))

D. E. W.

The BIG THREE Direct Energy Weapons?

Dunno. All I know is that today (11th Oct 2021) sees the Direct Motion of Saturn (planet of Karma) after – like – FOR-BLOODY-EVER in Retrograde.

Even better. MY ruling planet, Jupiter, is due to move forward. Also Pluto.

We have been in stasis for much too long.


Imagination : Old Man Heap

It all started with Oliver. My little car.

Someone will NOT spend any money on having MY car fixed and Governmentally Made roadworthy.

So I imagined HIS punishment if Oliver is left to rot.

Apparently (according to me) there are many HEAPS dotted around the UK where these grumpy old men, with their latest bank statement and driving license, are taken to in the middle of the night by their unhappy wives.

They are thrown in a heap to be claimed by desperate women in search of ….?

Sort of like Thai/Russian brides in reverse.

I told him to Google it. All he found was the fact that these poor, rejected, unwanted men are only fed once a day on gruel.

But how do y’all women know about these places?

We whisper in a true sister ear, love.

AHA. You want to trade me in for a younger model.

Don’t be stupid. I’ve had sons. I’m NOT being Mother to a younger model. That’s plain crazy.

Kissy. Kissy. You’d NEVER send me there. I KNOW you couldn’t.

Y’all get to sniff a Viagra pill once a day.


Be kind to Oliver, dearly beloved, and I may rethink my thunks :o)

P.S. Someone is reconsidering his Miserly Ways and the usefulness of his Manhood? ? ?