A friend of mine was feeling very sad and disillusioned - she had had an accident which affected her foot and back, and told me her partner went off for three days to stay with a friend - did not offer to stay behind, did not offer to get stuff that may be needed for the weekend, did not even call to see whether she got to work ok - he just reminded her to look after his plants. Well, what could I say to her apart from the obvious? I decided to quote an Italian proverb instead:

Chi di spada ferisce di spada perisce


The best I can come up with, to maintain the rhyme, is "Who with sword blemishes by sword perishes"

My partner would probably bring up stuff like bad karma and retribution - he may even be right!

In a world that plays games, where warriors and druids flirt online with maids of battle and the like, what should some little devils do? Forget the reluctance to follow the trends of the herd and plunge in? It's so easy, it's all so terribly easy....

Red red rose, Valentine's day is drawing close

Yes, a new year has started and with it, new riddles to solve.

I am still a volcano - emotions as strong as when I was twenty. It's no good reasoning with somebody like me - the heart comes before the head. The head is there to perform the post portem, the heart is there to take the first blows.

Sod it all - I cannot change who I am!

OK - ready for some more fights - the little warrior jumps into her fragile armour - the occasional ray of sunshine will hit the breast and warm the heart - enough fuel to last another battle.

Oh Lancelot!


Canzone a Manovella.... Canzone a Manovella....

Streatham has a new Messiah who strikes people with his pony tail. I think short hair would look more dignified but then again, do I really care?

Another anniversary - mum's death. I wasn't even 13 when the world turned upside down, when my family and I were shaken by the loss and the tragedy of that loss for four young children - all these years later, we still suffer the effects of what her departure from this world caused. We are what we are because of it. It changed our lives, irrevocably.


I don't feel like saying more, or I would still be sitting here,writing, two days from now. Her death has dictated drastic changes, and I am the twisted offspring of those changes. I am aware we all are the sun and the shadow, in many respects, of our own lives - in me, the shadow prevails. I fight that shadow by trying to be a clown but, as it happens, more often than not I am a jester instead.


What makes me cross tonight, however, is some other totally unrelated matter - I could have punched the lights out of the Weasel's eyes, when he suggested that my partner may have bought me some lingerie for Christmas, and then started talking of the money he has spent on women for such articles! How dare he? He's just an acquaintance and I do resent his sneaking into my 'sexual life' unsolicited and certainly uninvited... I was making some efforts to win the aversion I feel for this man, but this has sealed his fate as far as I am concerned - he's not getting any closer to my life.There's something I deeply dislike beneath the far too smooth surface of the man and I curse the day I spoke to him to break the weirdness of him staring at me in the pub!


My dear weasel, the sound of your music fails to touch my heart, I'll leave you to exercise your charm on somebody else - it seems you're in luck already!