MAURICE COLLARUPPRIVATE INVESTIGATOR & PROCESS SERVERBACKLIT HOUSESHADOW LANESOHOLONDON Dearest Fanny, I think of you often. Even now with the passage of time your image stays with me…as fresh as a daisy in springtime. Do you remember when we took that camel train across The Sahara desert? Week upon week without shadow; the harsh unforgiving midday … More FANNY, I THINK OF YOU OFTEN
She talks of family planning with spiders, gives advice to dogs on the subject of manners, compliments flowers on their beauty, discusses pesticides with bumblebees, speaks of romance with butterflies, lectures cats on their toilet habits, and mostly, she just tells off the wasps. Wasps are the Hells Angels of her garden. When hot, she … More THE IMPISH DAUGHTER OF EVE
Underneath the Bridge of Heartache the saintly take their shelterIn the dark tunnel of delusions white-face clowns aim to provokeThere’s a Best Ragweed Hotel made up of just cardboardWhere a ‘mutton dressed as lamb’ Madam comforts the broke On the merry-go-round favoured by ‘bruise easily’ loversThe pipe organ plays cacophonous rhapsodiesSteam powered wooden ponies all … More UPSIDE DOWN
A lullaby for the exposed stowaways, the very least the First Mate could do In the safety of his quarterdeck cabin, away from the attentions of the rest of the crewOutward bound from Havana, on a paddle steamer under auxiliary sailKeeps an even keel in a big sea, keeps a straight line in the face … More A LULLABY FOR THE STOWAWAYS
Ms April, the girl with the sparkling eyes, eyes that sheepishly dart this way and that, her demeanour bolder than before, surreptitiously and now with a composed air of nonchalance, purloins, in defiance of The Laws of Physics, the small crystal blue and green orb that is the conscious ‘The Universe’. From the shelf, she … More A DAY IN THE LIFE OF MS. APRIL
Her dark veil, a time-honoured symbol of secret sin, and regardless, her private affair, as was the flaxen-haired girl’s forbidding, yet disguised scowling disposition. In one hand a cute little pink tablet that, when devoured…to be taken along with a strongly recommended swig of any and all sugary thirst-quenching beverages…ends life in an instant; in … More UNINVITED MELANCHOLY
I’ve mentioned bonkers but lovely Rosie, the now 7 month old, ever bouncing puppy in this blog previously. What I hadn’t been aware of was her consummate piano skills…a virtuoso if there ever was one…until she’d paid a visit to my musician son’s…George by name…domain. Herewith, a video revealing Miss Rosie tickling the ivories, an … More MISS ROSIE, THE VIRTUOSO
I’ve been out of the WP writing game of late trading my pen for what felt like a doctor’s stove poker…if, indeed, doctors carry such things. Thankfully, all is well. If I have a humorous memory of my necessary starvation prior to, or indeed when visiting the hospital, it is that of the delightful young … More THE OLD FOOL
Not once in the whole of this old fool’s 114+ years on this planet have I narrated anything, yet as of now I’ve done just that very thing curtesy of my son…who put the entire thing together and who insisted I ‘give it a go’. ‘Give it a go’ he says? I’ve done my level best … More ‘IN THE BEGINNING…’
Come one of her sporadic visitations, Mère Serendipity shares in abundance all that is fortuitous, especially so toward the underprivileged. Mind you, you have to have fate on your side as her charitable stopovers are few and far between. Such was the good fortune of blind Charly and silent Trixibelle. You see, in the beginning … More BLIND CHARLY & SILENT TRIXIBELLE
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