Pyramids and Moonlight

Today I opened a fortune cookie that said: “You long to see the Great Pyramids in Egypt”.

Well, I’ve been there, seen them, and got the galabeya. It was my dream holiday, and the wonder of the temples and historic sites certainly took my breath away.

Looking back on all the places I’ve lived and visited, I’ve come to the conclusion that it doesn’t matter where you go, or what you do, it’s who you’re with that really counts. I do have another dream holiday, in mind, but it requires a companion to complete the experience. So, until I can find a suitable person, to fulfil the role, I’d rather not even think about holidays.

A World without Wayne

Remembering a former colleague, Wayne, who passed away at the end of August 2009. A cantankerous, bloody minded, stubborn son of a gun who wouldn’t take no for an answer. God bless him.

Chapter 79

Ok, I said I wouldn't, but I did. Joined another writing site, just to keep my hand on the pulse, so to speak!

http://chapterseventynine.com/forum/index.php?board=151.0

My Beached Life

The beach is where I like to sit and ponder best, engaging with the inner me that still believes in Father Christmas, the tooth fairy and fairytales with a happy twist. I sit, I dream, I write, and one day my dreams will come true, but first…

I have to write them!

Solace in Leather

Just thinking back to when Mister Valance picked me up on me spelling, many moons ago.

If I remember rightly, it was all about a leather clad vision who uttered a few simple words of flattery. Sadly, my fantasy knight didn't stick around long enough for me to regain my senses, and a dream was lost forever. Yep… Just like real life, off he rode and took solace, not solice, elsewhere.

I still find it difficult going into a handbag shop, even though I just lurrrrrrrve the smell, but the painful memories still linger… So, I’m now a pondering, just like I do… Should I try to re-educate me sniffer towards latex and rubber?

If Pigs Could Fly

If pigs could fly

I’d let out a sigh

I don’t care how lucky it would be

Please don’t drop one on me!

Miss Cecile has got me a pondering, and pondering is what I like to do around here. Putting aside the gorgeous delights flexing their gelled hairlines over on her uncensored pages, if you could have a fanciful wish, or two, what would you wish for?

Ho hum, I know, it’s a real toughie not asking for world peace, at times like this, but that would require all the politicians in the world to go on an advanced intensive diplomatic training course. The cost couldn’t be justified against their qualifications and experience, anyway, but I was thinking of summit nice. The cream on the scone, so to speak, more than the baked necessities of life that never seem to turn out quite right.

So, seeing as I can’t turn the clock back, and I have to put up with me older and less agile self, me thinks I’d wish for someone inappropriate and agile to help me with the little things I hate doing on me own.

Flamin’ Cheek

Patsy’s latest story about diets got me thinking. Is all the pain and anguish really worth a slim line vision in a mirror? You see, I’m not so sure I like the idea of being denied a little of what I fancy.

Not so long back, a skin and bone, possibly modified female, had the sheer audacity to warn me about the calorific intake of a designer, made to my very own personal specification, chocolate milkshake. Flamin’ cheek!

My reply to the sun bed veteran, who should have known better, was simple… Inside every size eight, six foot blue eyed, leggy blonde, there’s gotta be one helluva hungry bitch inside.

Miss Whiplash

“It must be your lucky day… No damage!”

Yeah, right… I don’t fink so! But that’s what the arrogant twat, who shunted me in the rear, had the audacity to proclaim without so much of a cursory: “are you ok”. I can only assume the anticipated apology never even crossed his mind. After all, if he had been paying attention, to what was in front of him, he would have been able to coordinate the necessary actions in order to stop before hitting me.

As for me… Well, what can I say? The scuff marks are not visible on me, either, but the outlook for the rest of the summer about no swimming, especially in the sea, is devastating.

Am I bovvered about his wife killing him? Of course I am. But, if such an action did take place, he could take solace that whilst the wheels of justice turned, for him, he would be able to rest in peace.