Betsy and I…

… got married

Update for 2011

Things have been VERY busy since I last managed some bloggage, so thought I’d run through a quick update.

Way back when, my last blog was about a stage production: I went to the opening night at Peterborough with my better half Betsy, sharing supper beforehand and drinks after with members of the cast, some of whom were a tad worried when they discovered Betsy was in from ‘across the pond’, and hoped their American accents were good enough! We loved the show immensely, and I had forgotten just how much I use to enjoy the theatre, and the wonderful friendships you can find within such places, be they formed in front of, behind, or upon the stage.

The following day Betsy and I headed westward to spend a few days within deepest darkest… erm, North Wales. It rained. We saw lots of sheep. It rained. Oh, and there were some sheep too. We ate lamb, *giggles*. Betsy fell in love with the place. She wasn’t keen on the rain, but the views were stunning enough for her not to notice half the time. AND THERE WERE CASTLES… Betsy loves castles, and wants to live in one. I won’t let her. Spent enough time in a palace as a kid, and know how cold they are… and am SURE a castle would be WAY colder. Not to mention, she’ll not be able to barbecue!!!

Back to London by train. Neither of us coped well with the tube, but all credit to the staff at Euston underground station, for stopping the escalator and letting us walk down (1,000 brownie points each). Once at Waterloo, I took Betsy for a stroll to the river, and her first glance of the Clock Tower of Westminster Palace: she was very quiet – couldn’t quite believe she was REALLY standing there, looking at a view she’d only ever seen in pictures, and DREAMED of. It was a magical moment for us both.

She got her second viewing a week later, along with a walk of FIVE THOUSAND MISSOURI MILES to see her beloved Tower Bridge.

Sad day when Betsy had to go back to MO., and then it was back to work with a bump. Work, work, work... and Skype. Gotta love Skype, for letting Betsy and me chat into the small hours together. Don’t love Facebook any more though: it may have been what brought Betsy and I together thanks to a couple of mutual ‘buddies’, but it causes too many issues for my liking. Staying only because Betsy wants me to - but waiting for Google+ to get busy.

Also got back into the website building malarkey with Betsy: it’s her job, and we both get a real kick from watching a site grow.

Now just waiting for Betsy’s house to sell... and then our time together can really get started. ..

Lest We Forget

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.

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A World Of War

The final shot had been fired.
The last fighter fell,
His enemy wounded and still.
All was dark.
A lonely wind blew through the void,
Whispering its silent wail of senseless agony.
A river of blood burst over its banks of death.
Pain seeped into the earth.
All seemed lost to the world of war.
Trees lay in splinters,
Lands barren and torn.
A moment of peace.
A moment of calm.
The Poppies will grow once more.

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We will remember them...

Steven Savile - The Last Angel eBook

The Last Angel eBook
by Steven Savile

"Gabriel Rush takes a photograph of a beautiful sad-faced hooker in a down town bar and is stunned by what he sees when the picture is developed. At first he thinks it is a flaw in the photograph, but then he recognizes it for what it is, the mark of the Trinity Killer. It is the same mark that scars the faces of mutilated corpses that are turning up all over New York City.

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In October 1969, a literary genius was born - oh yes! And at the age of 19 he strung a bunch of words together, little knowing that some time later he was to become something rather special.

Happily for said genius, a.k.a. Steven Savile, I'm no competition to his amazing scribbles, as this blog clearly shows (in fact, the words that currently come to mind are "... any more use than a fart in a wet hole (sorry Steven, just had to nick that line)). So I do the honourable thing of stalking - *cough* - following his career with total devot... genuine admiration: knowing that all he expects in return is a cup of coffee and a slice of fruit cake (of the non-nutty human variety!) once in a while.

But back to that 19 year old Steven: I've just stepped out from his world of Gabriel Rush and Lieutenant Dan Mannelli, policing Manhattan's dark side - the Trinity Killer at work, with no obvious motivation other than to kill and make a mark on the world. We're not talking 'Cagney and Lacey' with blood smeared brush strokes of ‘Q: The Winged Serpent’ splattered about, but you're getting the idea... getting, that is, not 'got'. There's much more, oh so much more. "The magic that shouldn't, couldn't, be real." The images conjured up by Steven are far more intense and disturbing. But you really do have to give it a try for yourself: not that you need further encouragement, as my suggestion should be good enough in its own right, yeah? - pop across to Jeremy Duns Blogspot The Debrief and see what he and Steven have to say on the matter if you don’t believe me...

Remember, this novel saw the birth of a genius, a genius I say!

Happy reading. Mwahahahaha.... ;)

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