Style For Living
My mother loved Fashion. More than fashion – which was prone to lapses of taste unacceptable to her – she loved STYLE. She grew up in Dublin at a time when most people were intensely proud and incredibly poor. Money, when it was there, was for essentials. Essentials...
Saturday Sonnet #5
friday In hindsight, some despair is evident, But, hey, what else are you supposed to do when pheromones, it seems, are heaven sent, and order you, put bluntly, to go screw? Whilst every single Gay in London town Comes freshly from the Spa or from the Gym, you squeeze...
A little of what you fancy does you good.
So last weekend, before I went to visit the Haslemere Charter Fayre my friend Viv of the fannyandjohnnymummyandme blog, who is one of the nicest people you can know - and the best cook I have ever met - gifted me two jars of marmalade: A Black Cherry one, which I've...
All-Male H.M.S. Pinafore – Reviewed
All-Male H.M.S. Pinafore Hackney Empire Saturday 30th April 2016 There’s a tradition, particularly in British schools, of same-sex productions of the works of W.S. Gilbert and Arthur Sullivan. Generations of boys and girls have blasted out “Three little maids,” “A...
Saturday Sonnet #4
For Rebecca Chance, who asked for it... Death of a DIva My life, it seemed, had ended on one day Until I came across a certain bar And thought that I could turn the grim to gay Which thus explains why we are where we are. My star turns life’s been ended premature And...
Saturday Sonnet #3
She thought that all I did was to keep house That she could waltz right in and take my man from me and I’d stay silent as a mouse. That I’d fight back was never in her plan. And yet how could I not when all I knew was heading West with Laura and her hair of yellow and...