ROME... My babies...

The postcards!

The highlights...

Even the umbrella is fashionable! Isn't it darling!!

Then there was the fireplace, the godfather trilogy, the bread & pasta making..

The gardening..

Oh well..
A quarter of the daisy bunch got chopped off but D aka the Sterminator decided to stick them back in the ground.
Only when A decided to water the bush, half the flowers flopped..
On further enquiries
AND... was the answer

The tuscan highlights

The chitty-chat under the tree.. Relaxing from the long journey..

well this is what happens when you leave your

password to your friends...
oh well.. thanks immensely for the present.. obviously.. you won't get a picty of me wearing it... sorry!

EYES WIDE SHUT

dearest andy g
we hope you can overcome your
"shyness'' with this little token from us. ahem.
love, oats and crowbar

What's your ideal day

I don't think there in a right or wrong answer and neither I think that if you ask twice to the same person you get the same answer.
Situations change, needs differ, sofistication can become simplicity. I believe lately we are so starved of time, that having time to sit around becomes pleasurable.
Wake up, have a coffee & a smoke, open the window, lazy around.
Not sure why I'm writing this, probably because I felt like.
I have time to write what I think, I find it "corroborating" ( soothing for the english readers).
You could say in the middle of the sea on a yacht on a beatiful day in great company sunbathing on the desk.
But you can equally say, sitting on my sofa tipying on a blog.
It's only too early in the morning, probably many are still to rise.
Ah! and read the paper.
Somebody compared Sir Alan to Cormwall in King Lear.
The " I have a reputation for being blunt, a straight talker"
is
This is some fellow,
Who having been prais'd
for bluntness, doth affect
A saucy roughtness...
he cannot flatter, he
An honest mind and plain,
he must speak truth.
And they will take it, so; if
not, he's plain.
This kind of knaves I
know, which in this plainness
Harbour more craft and more
corrupter ends
Than twenty silly-ducking
observants,
That strech their duties
nicely.

Pink..in concert

Today was the day

The Yemen Arab Republic and the People's Democratic Republic of Yemen merged to become the Republic of Yemen.

I cooked noodles for myself.. ( Don't eat them for breakfast yet!)








Somedody told me I look like him... er... Can you imagine???

& guess who's back? the m-of-5

From 16.52 So darling, you will not believe who woke me up this morning with a phone call... Yes ... The mother of 5.. Whose relationship has ended and wanted councelling... Ah. Life

Reply:
C whatever you do don't propose to do it.

Reply:
You know me too well.. I did in fact offer...

F... I found this

A new discovery: wish they could be my first live band

video

& this is the only place where I can relax

Yes, here I can stay still for hours, here I believe Somebody magnificient created the world, here I believe in nature, my senses are nurtured, the wild and the peaceful.

The noise of waves breaking against the rocks, lizzards on the pebbles, wild rabbits on the mountain, diving from high picks, discovering the sea creatures, feeling the salt water on my naked body, lying on the rocks and feeling the corraborating heat trepass me.
It's like peace, at last.

Ah.. remember I told you about the elephant in London

Well I went to see it..

Dorian Gray: he was missing from the list of people that make me what I am

Oats. hope you are happy, here is the picty..
Sorry couldn't depict the leather patch from Saville Row on the funny trousers which have a funny scottish name that I can't remember..
But here he is in all his splendour.
Also I think he deserves a place for himself as he has been of indescrivible help for the club flapping.
He even came over to cook a special dinner for me.. Like Jamie Oliver.
So thank you baby.. you are in my heart
also thanks for tolerating me when I call you at random times, wake you up when you fall asleep on the sofa, disturb you while having a bath and call you with absurd requests..

Friday

I think my day has to be blogged.
So woke up after 4 hours sleep like any other night this week. So absolutely shattered, due to flyer construction, printing and distribution.
You need a degree in flyers.. Mad.. learnt about bleeding, and all those weird word. For future reference.. after flyers to be delivered on friday resulted in the wrong format and not right dpi, not bleeding and wrong size..
Basically, all the technicals to say, create the file in the size you want then add 1/2 mm on eac
h side save it 300 dpi and send it to me..
But thanks to emergency very nice man ( which must have liked the flyers) & lovely Mike
bliss!!!! hold on
ok Back.. so we were saying...
I must say about 12 hours passed and forgot most of the things.. Yes sometimes accused of OCD
Anyway..
Work ... pointless.. had my usual rant about some absurd nonsense.. left tired for 1 1/2 to laser myself.. ( pain)
back to work.. food... phone calls.. flyers ads and out, run home, briefly met A & E wanted to stop I couldnt' spoiled for words, spoiled for time. shower change.. go to bowling charity event with ex work.. uhm... I felt a bit as I no longer belonged there .. or did I really want to... lovely dorian gray couried the flyers to me.. not bad for emergency ones..
got to center.. mother with me... met M and all the people which have been patient with me..
Rain.. it's may end of may, summer reached the world, not london, cold no transport, after half hour of rain.. and my jacket socket of beer, got in a bus.. me so outrageous I gave all my change to buy very nice already rolled.. s. from a kid on the bus.. isn't that absurd.. yes it is...
come back to go to housewarming party, but the party was gone.
Home..
then there are the after communications...

H: had a great time at the party. Lost my umbrella because I left it on the train. A woman at the bus stop offered to share her umbrella with me. How cool is that!?

Lady Wolfe not very Virginia ... dancing naked on a table.. calling at 3 god knows from where...
Virginia... virginia... a bit of moderation...

Water and Wine Education C. a present for you. WINE=HEALTH

Water and Wine Education


It has been scientifically proven that if we drink 1 litre of water each
day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed more than 1 kilo of
Escherichia coli (E. coli) bacteria found in faeces.


In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of Poo.


However, we do not run that risk when drinking wine beer or other
liquors) because alcohol has to go through a distillation process of
boiling, filtering and fermenting.


WATER = Poo


WINE = HEALTH


Free yourself of Poo, drink WINE!!! It is better to drink wine and talk
shit than to drink water and be full of shit.

And yes.. somebody is making me promote a club night

Sorry for the lack of posting but you all know what has been in my mind in the last couple of days.
Oh well.. somebody decided to give me the opportunity to run a club night or am I giving them the opportunity to make their club famous.. Will see... I have like the impression that in any case enthusiasm will vanish very quickly... but hey doctor said to find a hobbie to avoid me being continuosly bored and running a club night might suit
hence the community was called for brainstorming as everybody I know and I don't.
~Dj tracked down, name found catch phrase and we are on the right path for a flyer.. God how difficult is to make everybody agree on something.
This is the website.. have a look and spread word... need 300 people and despite the temptation to stay at the door saying no fat no ugly no idiots.. I suppose everybody is welcome..
CLICK HERE

THANKS to all of you friends for helping, not sleeping, coping with my flapping and the rest..
love u all

Conversations with my mother (my own not the m-of-5)

Mischief, Annalisa? Pah! I have been chained to my desk (not in a good way) for what seems like an eternity, in between trips up to the Lake District and down to Brixton (from the sublime to the ridiculous - they play classical music in the tube station in an attempt to keep us docile; would surely work better to just hand out huge spliffs. Must have a word with Tony). Anyway. Sample conversation with my mother whilst up in the Lake District (time: 7.30 am, location, what she insists on calling 'Catherine's room', even though I have never lived in this house, they only moved there a year ago. Whatever): Knock knock. Door bursts open and mother enters, followed by the dog, both barking. 'Hello darling, are you asleep?' I have been awake since 6.30, feeling her excitement at having her first-born home for the weekend seeping through the walls. Also, she has had Radio 4 on top volume, listening to the shipping forecast. 'Would you like to come and help me give the pigaligs their breakfast?' 'What?' I feel as I do in the morning on the sofa in Exmouth Market when Filippo puts his face close to mine and murmurs 'Hello Pussy': a combination of the ridiculous and the slightly dangerous. 'The pigaligs. Amelia and Wilma.' 'I don't know what you're talking about.' At least in London I have the satisfaction of knowing the previous night was worth the morning pain. Here I just had a long night on Virgin trains eating stale sandwiches and listening to commuters shouting into their mobile phones. 'Yes you do. My new babies.' I give her a hard stare. She sniffs, tragically. 'They're all I have to love, now that you and your sister have left me.' I put on my clothes and follow her downstairs, out the front door and to the end of the garden (see attached photo for details). I know I've got short legs and occasionally snort when tickled, but honestly, a replacement? Anyway, can't wait to see you all on Thursday night. I will have had a date at lunchtime. Vinita, the writer who lives on the beach in Whitstable (in a house, I hope). Apparently I 'bring out something different' in her. Christ knows what. Hopefully not some kind of inner lesbian psychopath. She used to belong to The Orange People - followers of Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh. Then she was a family lawyer for 20 years. We're meeting on the South Bank. If my body is found sleeping with the fishes, it was her, ok? xxxx

Catherine, Thank you for the imagery In the photo there is a clear distinction between you and your pig replacement. No confusion there. (Might want to get mother's eyesight checked out) As far as the date with the Rajneeshi??!! ummm... I appreciate you wanting to expand your horizons but there was a massive cult of them in Oregon near where I grew up and they were frightening, proper cult,people. Be careful darling. If she starts to make a low level humming or chanting noise head for the door immediately.
Catherine,

There is a clear distinction between you and your new "sisters" in that you will never be crispy bacon. How can your mother think of comparing the two of you!? There will come that fateful day when she doesn't ask you to feed them breakfast but to HAVE them for breakfast.
Poor pigaligs!

Welcome to the cruel world.

No meat, no men.

You are wise indeed. And I love you for pointing out the disparities between me and my pigalig sisters... The world is indeed cruel. My mother swears that she will never eat her lovely specialist miniature pigs from New Zealand the pigs. I said 'right. like we were never going to eat my little runt pet pig with the broken leg and then you served him up for sunday lunch and didn't tell me until I'd eaten him.' She had the grace to look ashamed. Oh yes. On that was the day I became a vegetarian. Probably also the day I became a lesbian, although a baby one, as I was only 11, in protest at big bad men who kill pigs. No meat. No men. And Heidi, no humming/chanting. I shall meet her outside so I can make a quick getaway.... x

Well and with these it's all I'm allowed to put in..

Some more..

The photoshoot.. first shoot!