Lamentations 2

When I first thought about writing this I had some serious misgivings about sticking my head up against the parapet. I might end up feeling better for saying it, though. So, here goes...
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When I first thought about writing this I had some serious misgivings about sticking my head up against the parapet. I might end up feeling better for saying it, though. So, here goes...
Some old pictures took earlier on this year very experimental...
Tentacles... I have always been attracted to the Scandinavian oeuvre. I like Ibsen a Norwegian. I like Tove Jansson, a Finn. I also like the detective series Wallander, obviously the Swedish Version. I
I am not a writer nor an artist of any real merit, my artistic time has long gone and pretension does not suit me, or anyone for that matter. This year has been
I am a geek, and so it should be obvious that I like geeky things. One of the things that I have always been interested in, is the art of camouflage, especially military camouflage.
Well this has been a long time coming but I have a confession to make and to some it may be a bit of a shock but I have known since I was a small child, this hidden fact. I knew since I went to the ‘Thirties Exhibition’ at the Hayward Gallery when I was about 14.
I am a secret romantic at heart, but keep that fact to yourselves. One of my favourite films is a film set in the Second World War called A Matter of Life and Death
Recently it was the anniversary of the Charge of the Light Brigade. The incidents outcome still reverberates in military circles. I even think it is discussed in the military history training that officers are taught at Sandhurst. My family have no connection with that battle.
I am not a film critic by any stretch of the imagination, but today, feeling a bit distracted, I watched a film that always entertains no matter how many times I watch it.
By our guest reporter Vera Leftwards
Autumn always make me wistful. I heard, or read, that John Lennon would have been eighty years old, and that Janis Joplin killed herself fifty years ago. So sad.
I have never really thought about pain. You don't. But to some people it is ingrained, built into their lives and any release even momentarily is bliss.