The Shape of Things to Come
The Shape of Things to Come. ‘Nuff said, innit? Go on Chilangos of the world. Unite. Winter Place here we come. Jerooooonimo! Etc.
On Being Late
The Revolution has been postponed again, courtesy of the Scottish vote, a perfectly futile yet hideously expensive Brexit, the Strumpet presidency (not that a Clinton one would have made any difference, I hasten to repeat for the Nth time), another incompatible coalition here at home, the sad fact that neither the Guardian nor Rupert Murdoch Continue Reading
Solstice In, Solstice Out
Here we go again. Time for the other Solstice, the one that requires the oh-well-what-goes-up-must-come-down kind of philosophical approach and a good deal of defiance. So, here’s an obstreperous maiden to remind me of this. The Noli Me Tangere dictum is more of a warning not so much to touch her (she quite likes a Continue Reading
Soul Retrieval
I know that fetches have a bad press (just like poor old Vladimir Putin) but I suspect there’s more to them that meets the popular eye -never a very reliable one in any case. So, I don’t mind in the least following mine. Why, she might even know where she’s going better that I do Continue Reading