Every so often I revisit research into Borley Rectory. Learning a little more each time. Why? Because I live in a Rectory. Mine is Georgian in style though built in 1839 after the Tudor, thatched building was demolished. And – OMG – I SO want to write a Gothic novel set in the place. Especially… Read More New Gothic Horror Novel : Based on Real Life Events
Note to Self : Don’t even bother trying to tell incomers what the film you are watching is about. All I could say was, “There’s a very suspish Bish called Malachi and something about World War II. Sieg Heil.” Right. On the TV (with an Amazon box thing for youtube) I’ve been constantly interrupted watching… Read More A Suspish Bish…!
Mmmn. Louche. Tres haw he haw! I’ve this undeniable attraction for louche men. Bad Boys. Yesterday someone clicked on my post The Punk Stranglers I re-watched the video and Hugh Cornwell is perfectly louche in it. of questionable taste or morality Louche is an adjective that describes something “of questionable taste or morality” but is… Read More Loving on Louche
Chopsticks, to me, means this… But when you are a guest amongst a Hong Kong family in a posh restaurant in Hong Kong – things get awkward. The teenage son of my hostess, bless his heart, did everything in his power to teach me how to use chopsticks. In the end they asked for a… Read More Chopsticks – My Waterloo
Words. ME – deleted from chat. Still alive on STREAM :o) We had Joy, We had Fun, We Had Seasons in the Sun. Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me. I was the Black Sheep of the family You tried to teach me right from wrong I’ve just been dissed by a son for loving on… Read More Seasons
The chain on my beloved mini-chainsaw is a bit loose and eldest promised to cut me some logs for the wood burner. I told him about the chain. Danger. Anything could happen, son. Well, Dad’s on Emergency Rescue for two weeks, how can we fix this? Mother proudly announces – No worries, sweetheart. I CAN… Read More I Can Do That!
Yup. I’m one who grew up in the DISCO. Not the Night Club. Pure Disco where the tables and bar were squeezed into a corner. The DJ had the stage and the rest of room was the dance floor. When my kids have a party in the old pigsty, they always include ABBA and good… Read More NO. NO Down : Go Go Disco
With the lad in hospital and his mother falling to pieces, she went on a “worry buying” moment. First question – How Much? It’ll pay for itself before December, said I With logs now costing £7 a net and us being able to burn an entire £7 in one day – it makes sense to… Read More “I Was Worry Buying”…A Mini-Chainsaw
I despise those who insist that they NEVER lie and always tell the truth. Like everything in life, there are degrees. 33 if you are a “Mason” !!!! One degree of truth telling includes lies of omission. YAY. You can stand up and tell the whole world that you’ve NEVER spoken a lie. And then…… Read More The Great Cover : Lies of Omission
I celebrated my 19th birthday in Benidorm, Spain. Myself and Lesley, former Green Coat Entertainment staff at The Derbyshire Miners Holiday Camp, Skegness, volunteered to take a load of Old Age Pensioners from Lincolnshire to Benidorm for the holiday of a lifetime. It was the end of November. We flew from East Midlands Airport and… Read More Benidorm : Tainted Love
Loving Neil Oliver. Nanny Lily, Dad’s Mum, was born and bred there. She gave us my Dad. My Dad gave us me. Ergo : Blaming Glasgow for my life … Laugh Out Loud :o) It’s not a city that I know well. I know Belfast better, and Berlin, and Karachi. Strange but True. And my… Read More Glasgow : The Making of ME
Did I already say that this Patsy trip was started a few days back when Himself asked me what a PATSY was and I made his ears bleed by talking about The Pazzi Conspiracy? Well. I’ve said it now/again. Some youtubers should carry on making videos. Not many but Angelo Esposito , in my humble… Read More Patsy vs Pazzi : Part 4
I did this type of post years ago. 13th of March 2019 to be precise. FROM THE RIDICULOUS TO THE SUBLIME When life gets a bit ridiculous, I always turn to something sublime. This film gives me vivid memories. 1983. Berlin. Checkpoint Bravo. Yes. I spent ’83, ’84 in Berlin as RMP (look it up) We… Read More American Reacts To British Comedy.
Sometimes I speak and another character comes out. Not so much Exorcist speaking in tongues – more Vicky. He’s still taking the piddle outta me :o( I TOTES but yeah but no but DON’T Go Giving me Evils !
‘Here’s What Wayne Nicked. And Here’s What I Knackered.’ Oh dear. My mouth said something yesterday and Waynetta Slob came out. I can’t even remember what the beef was but we both fell about laughing :o) Have y’all met Wayne and Waynetta Slob? Let me introduce you.
A few nights back there was a report on our local news channel, Look North. We are at peak Harvest time here but the farmer in the report plucked a fist full of wheat from his field and squeezed out the water. Farmers are effed. We’ve had so much rain this past month. My roof… Read More Look North/Offensive/Clarkson/Farming
A while back I realised that I’d missed an early yet crucial Phil Rickman Merrily Watkins book. All those references to Hops and Kilns and their “first time.” Aha : Cure of Souls. Listening to now. Way back when we lived in a secret military location in Hampshire – Longmoor – we’d travelled across the… Read More Cure of Souls & Football Chants
My sons HATE it when I cuss. My parents never said the really rude words. EVER. In our hearing. Youngest son can out cuss both me and his father. Hypocrisy, much ? Some days you have to just let rip. Even if it is vicariously online. I’m a lady :o)
The entire family went into meltdown last night. Why? The crow decided to go adventuring around the garden. Silly bird. We – to all intents and purposes – live inside a wood/forest. There must be at least a thousand trees on just over 2 acres with many areas that we, literally, can’t access. 5 hours… Read More Bullied By the Bigger Boys
There’s a menopause advert that keeps popping up. What have you lost? It asks. My body shape. My memory. Sleep. Myself. My sex drive. Dear Ladies – menopause is BRUTAL. I went through it 10 years too early, according to my doctor who quoted 53 as the age women start. WTF? I’d started and finished… Read More Virgin, Mother….HAG
Monday Mostly Must …Oh. Done that. I’ve just finished writing a piece for someone about King Arthur from my POV. But – I just kept thinking of Malory, T.H. White & Disney. And MIM. The Sword in the Stone (Disney) comes from T.H. White’s books now known as The Once And Future King which is… Read More Magnificent, Marvellous, Mad Madam Mim
I love this phrase and use it often. You can be in a strop or just plain stroppy. My maternal step-grandad was never, ever in a strop. He – to this very day – is the calmest, gentlest man I’ve ever known. BUT – he had a strop. And a straight razor. That he’d sharpen… Read More To Be “In A Strop” : Sweeney Todd vs Titus Andronicus
We found some photos recently of us and our pre-teenage boys in London. OMG. A butcher’s pencil has more meat on it than I did then. A 24 inch waist and arms like a piece of string with a knot. SMH. That’s what living on your nerves does. OR – you could go to a… Read More More Meat on a Butcher’s Pencil
The other day I got into a great conversation with a parcel delivery bloke. It was interesting, I was interested and then… …And then he went all macho and talked down to this housewife. His story was about being a uniformed officer at The Royal Olympia and how his Gunners were being treated by the… Read More Cutting Someone Off at the Knee : I Didn’t Mean Any Bad
OK. His idea. I approved – Give it a go, son. 70% off for rural properties and a 30 day moneyback trial. You know when you know that you REALLY don’t like a personality? I don’t like Mr Musk. He seems like a very bored man with too much time and too much money and… Read More Starlink vs Stresslink
Every time he comes home and sees Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce Sherlock Holmes on the TV he says one thing : Ah. Mr Cholmondley-Warner. I know what he means. Back when we were young and still broke :o)
3 songs for one Who sang the title? BFF will be here next week. Yay :o) We met aged 11. Both outsiders (from Military Families) who found ourselves in a tiny town in Lincolnshire being educated. Well – they tried :o) We both left home at 17. I went to live and work in Buckinghamshire… Read More When I Was 17, It Was A Very Good Year
Norma Stitz ? Think about it, yeah. I may be channelling the mad, bad, dangerous to know Spike Milligan. Or Ronnie. Or The Ripper. Peter Cushion? Vincent Prance? Never mind. Go back to sleep. Welcome to 1976 – the year of heatwave, rail strikes, rubbish collection strikes, electricity strikes, milk strikes, and the re-invention of… Read More Jackie the Ripper aka The Phantom Raspberry Blower
Britain’s GREATEST TRAITOR. Allegedly. Did he belong to MI6 or MI7?
Cats are wonderful creatures. On the whole. We moved here with four of them so I know a lot about the natural hunting instincts of these creatures. All four are gone now but then Maud wandered in and kind of took over the house and garden. The female of the species? OMG. March/April produces lots… Read More Spring Is Here…Cats
The stupid things you do as a teenager! I found myself in Derby staying in BFF’s late Mother’s house for a few days. Friday night we go to Uncle Pete’s place to get ready to watch a band live. Uncle Pete was the spit-image of Mick Fleetwood. Tall and hairy. And he hated my violently… Read More The Tourists & A Mother Like No Other
Yup. Monday morning. Spring has sprung, The grass has riz, I wonder where that damned hose iz. Himself and a son have been down the poo mines just now. Heave the drain cover off. Get the hose and SHOVE IT UP THERE. The man of the house came back in and told me that he’d… Read More Real Life : Say Hello, Wave Goodbye/Shitter Was Full
D’you remember Bros? This song made them. Here they are Live but not evil at the Hammersmith Odeon. OMG…BFF and I, aged 17, blagged our way into this place to watch a live band. Can’t even remember who the band was. I was so traumatised by being party to a criminal act. But, my God,… Read More When Will I, Will I Be FAMOUS?
Oh, crap. It’s snowing here. Hells Bells and buckets of pouts. I HATE driving in the snow. We Brits are brilliant at moaning about the weather. Too Hot. Too Cold. Too Windy. Too Foggy. We get so affronted by “weather.” Today I’m affronted by snow. Bad memories of snow vs vehicle, both of which happened… Read More Scandi Flicks & Imprinted Memory Syndrome
Yesterday was a full on de-tox day (more to be de-ed & tox-ed.) I’ve gone from following about 12 yt channels to 3 and 1 on UATV. A weight has been lifted. Well. Sort of. Today I’ve had an official letter from the council about our boundary hedge. Bless ’em. They’ve even sent me pictures… Read More Bring Me A Higher Love : Cunk on Shakespeare
First Up : I only ever watched the first episode of Vikings and have never watched a single episode of Game of Thrones by GRRRRR whatever. I have read the Prose Edda and some Viking Mythology. Oh. Lagertha. If y’all’d done to me what Aslaug did to her way back then, I’d’ve borrowed Magnus Bareleg’s… Read More Lagertha
I may have read too many Victorian Gothic Horror books! We were up about an hour before dawn because he, himself, had some early jobs to go to. He leaves and then poof! All the electricity goes off. Pitch Black. I’ve painted and decorated just about every single inch of this house so am pretty… Read More Living Inside a Victorian Gothic Horror!
Just for your information. Bloody Hell! In those days, my husband had abs to rival Gerry in 300….THIS IS SPARTA. And I made Twiggy look fat. Might have something to do with being the Physical Training Instructor with a KEEP UP WITH ME OR EFF OFF attitude. To this day, some still call him Harry.… Read More The OG Harry the Bastard
I did my RMP training in Chichester. 6 months at Roussillon Barracks. I went back there a few years later to live with my husband who was the recruits PTI aka Harry the Bastard. It wasn’t until quite a while later that this sharp-as-cotton-wool brain of mine connected Roussillon with Roussillon. Roussillon, France is deep… Read More PERFECT : Cinderella’s Shoe and Roussillon Barracks
I love this song. It speaks to me. Those Red Indians have so much in common with my own family. I’m a Greig/MacGregor. We were called Children of the Mist because when the English government proscribed my ancestors, LITERALLY set a price on our heads, encouraged others to kill us and stole our land- we… Read More Red Indians/GBH/Wild Nobility
The other day I commented on Conspiracy Graduates youtube video. Great, superb video about The Book Hunters. At the time I was 100% sure of my facts. I’m still sure about Balthazar Gerbier because he has had books written about him. And I’ve read them. It was Gaffarel who made me go back and audit… Read More Auditing Myself
My Parents’ Daughter! Mum loved Historical novels. Dad read true crime but also Dennis Wheatley. When my brothers and I cleared our Dad’s flat after he’d died, I only took two things away. His Royal Marine Commando Zippo (which my youngest son now has) and a very strange brass Asian statue, small enough to fit… Read More The False Prophet & The Devil’s Daughter
Our p.o.s car is called George. I’m about to rename him Lazarus. Picture this : I wake up yesterday morning, (always non compos mentis without my first cup of coffee) to be told that George’s battery is dead as a donut. But not to worry, Himself will get home at 4pm and charge the battery… Read More HE DID A THING : Brown Wire vs Black Wire
GoodGrief. I’m such a simpleton. I get a knock at the front, open it, and find a Huge Bald Man there and his EON van. EON is our electricity supplier and he’s asking me questions about our smart meter. It’s a long story that started about 8 years ago when we were finagled into getting… Read More Knock, Knock…Who’s There?
About 3 years ago I decided to go back to something I used to love doing…and actually made some money on when I had my shop. Most of my life I’ve been a maniac with a pot of paint and a brush. Especially since my parents let me design and decorate my bedroom aged about… Read More Pretty in Pink
Uncontrolled Historian 