Final collection of written communications between Mr Jack Lincoln-Palmistry and Mrs Maude Plantagenet-Featheringstonehaugh. His outburst being a negative remark concerning that lady's poetry writing.
Continuing the written exchanges between a literary giant of our times & Maude Plantagenet-Featheringstonehaugh. He, defending no punctuation in written works. She, attempting to help the poor chap.
I speak the same language as a friend who lives in the UK. That language is English. So why don't we understand our written communications? It would be laughable if it weren't so serious.
It is difficult being me. I cringe at sloppy grammar & poor speech, so to seek the company of those who should know better, would lead me to attend dinner parties with "our sort of people". Yes?
Language and its importance in the modern world. And example or two of useful, empathetic and compassionate uses of the English language. Also, the disturbing anecdote of a caring person's mistake.
Due to a rash act of mine, I was diagnosed as being Schizophrenic. That worried me, & I wondered what would be the result if it were true. A step by step retelling of that night & its consequences.
A fairly lighthearted (though basically bitter) retelling of the history of having a room converted into a bathroom. With no offence meant to men on horses, the builders were a crowd of evil cowboys.
A somewhat less than learned attempt to explain Restless Legs Syndrome and possible ways of diminishing its effects. The writer is a sufferer, yet can describe the condition with some little humour.
A devastating account of culinary skills wasted upon one of the less deserving dinner companions one had the misfortune to bring to the trough. The analogy of pearls before swine comes to mind.
Pollone, near Biella, near Torino in northern Italy. The end of too short a vacation with wonderful friends, good food, delicious wines & staggering views. From me: "Arrivaderci... I leave my heart".
Come with me to Pollone in the Province of Piedmont, Italy. Dine on the most amazing food in the most charming settings then walk home with Olga & me on cobbled streets. Can you hear the call of bats?
Come and dine with me and my charming Italian hostess at ‘Ristorante Croce Bianca - Via Santuario d'Oropa’. Indulge yourself with the best food in the company of the loveliest people.
Pollone. Discover the rustic charm of the well in Pollone, a charming village near Biella, northern Italy. Discover also the charm of one special gabinetto. Expand your horizons; village style.
Piedmont, northern Italy. The Piedmontese; some of the most charming and welcoming people one could ever hope to meet. Come on holiday with me and meet some of my friends. You are sure to love them.
A West Australian beach. Hot sun, soft white sand, a gentle breeze & the surf crashing in & pouring up the sand; then withdrawing until the next seventh wave. Idyllic. Safe. Summer at its best.
There are people, and surely you know some, Who have told you already, this year, That they won’t be sending out C cards The ones full of Greetings and Cheer They say that their reasons are simple They say that their motives...
A deeply sensitive and well researched poem which therefore doesn't need any explanation or summary. Did Charles Shakespeare ever have to write a summary of those poems and things what he wrote? Nope