Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Silly me. I went to light a cigarette just now, and the disposable lighter had run out of gas.I opened the cupboard and retrieved a new one, fully charged.I was about to throw away the old one, but I thought I would give it one more chance. I struck it, and it lit.Now - idiot that I am - I haven't the heart to throw it away, just incase it has one more, little, feeble light to show the world.
That shows the Yin and Yang in all of us: sentiment and power (wherever it sits).
And the tendency to anthropomorphise.
I prefer that idea - shape-shifting.
Will tell husband who at the moment gives a lecture on hybrid-culture.
I read 'The Golden Notebook' many years ago; now I shall have to search out more. Wise words indeed.As you're known for your elegance in all things, I'm rather surprised you don't posses a silver Vesta Box.
Ah, but I like gadgets as well - even inelegant ones.
Her face is that of an old master painting
RIP, Doris. And thank you.
I shall miss her too Tom. Have never thought of men writers as being ball driven before - it has opened up a whole new idea for me, which I shall explore in future!
Start with The Farmer, just to practice.
I have just read her obit. seems like she was a no-nonsense kind of woman - terrifying.
You find those no-nonsense women terrifying? Not just easy to deal with?