There is no way I can write anything today – the DP Fanzine issue 2 is on the shelves!!!



The last time I was this excited I was grouting a urinal in Kensington [and it came in jolly handy I can tell you].

We walked down the hill, the sandy beach to our right, palm trees to our left. Lo, she is a terrible Goddess was wearing something flimsy. I was wearing something rather worn out.



We strolled past the castle and sank down at a café table overlooking Praia Grande.
It was 5 o’clock.
We watched the boats at anchor and the children playing on the beach as we enjoyed our coffees.

“What’s the date?”

“February”

“Oh”

Tee hee ha ha ho ho.

I was beaten up last night by Lo, she is a terrible Goddess because I’m not George Clooney.



Actually, that’s a lie.
She beat me up because I hadn’t put bleach on the ceiling ……… it’s a long story. (Not being George Clooney is reason enough. Lo,TG Ed)

Later – I have now put bleach on the ceiling - but I’m still not George Clooney.

I must say my generation is looking gooooood.
There’s young David Bowie, Sting and Mike Jagger [not too sure about him actually].
There’s Cliff Richard with his portrait in the attic and Harrison Ford [just turned 65] has just made a new Indiana Jones film.



There are a few exceptions of course and some who have cheated; Anne Robinson for instance, who is beginning to look a bit like a snare drum on speed.
Every time I look in a mirror I must say I am delighted by the way things are going [although I do have to lower my gaze a tad nowadays]. (As long as we don’t have to. Lo,TG Ed) (Oh and there’s one other thing all those people have in common, oooodles of money. Lo,TG Ed)

Here’s to the next 24 hours.

Look to the left to see how to join - almost no benefits! -guaranteed.

It’s a lonely job and if is wasn’t for my side-kick, the terrible Goddess, I wouldn’t be able to do it so effectively.



I think that being a loan arranger would pay better, but I’m not in it for the money. I merely want to try and help people in the inexorable slide down the slippery path to dementia and final oblivion from any sense of reality. When I finally succeed with some of you, we could form a gang, and cause carnage in the Blogosphere – running riot, leaving silly comments here there and everywhere, writing complete nonsense on our own blogs and pillaging forums.

Now, what’s a good name for the gang …….. ummmmmmm?

If everything goes to nature’s plan, the people we know the longest are our siblings.




I get on very well with my brother although he is older, wiser and shorter than me.
Lo, she is a terrible Goddess gets on very well with her sisters [the original Coven].
However, one does hear stories where sisters, or brothers, or brothers and sisters, fall out and don’t speak to each other for years. This is a great shame.
If you are in this situation, is there anything that can be done? Perhaps a phone call or an unexpected visit might do the trick? Whatever the original problem – has enough time passed so that differences can be ironed out?

Just a thought.