Showing posts with label Madness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Madness. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

THIS is a Man's Life? ... Who Knew?!

"Weasels Ripped My Flesh"
Well, that certainly goes a fair way towards explaining why I've had such 
communication problems in my relationships with male human grownups. 

Perhaps, dear reader, this is a rich vein which merits further exploration ...

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

The Power of Poetry: the Pen and the Sword


Can we go on bowing and curtseying to people who are just like ourselves?

We begin to wish that the  Zoo should be abolished; that the royal animals should be given the run of some wider pasturage – a royal Whipsnade.

Will the British Empire survive? Will Buckingham Palace look as solid in 2034 as it does now?

Words are dangerous things remember. 
 A Republic might be brought into being by a poem
- Virginia Woolf in Time and Tide,1st December 1934 (emphasis added)



The video presentation of Heathcote Williams' chillingly eye-opening poem  
Royal Babylon, and its preface by the above quotation, are from http://www.royalbabylon.com/Site/Royal_Babylon.html 




Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Quickstep: No. 15 in an Occasional Series entitled 'Harmless Hobbies for Mad Old Bags'

The song and dance just keeps on coming in the all-new revitalised Common Shrew.

Here's my kind of woman. She's not going to sit down and shut up.


Good On You, Mathilda, way to go!

Monday, February 20, 2012

I Got Life

Heard this today for the first time in ages. Nothing more to say.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Zumba!

I am feeling extremely virtuous having put phase 1 of The Return in  place by going to a 1-hour Zumba class.

I managed to keep up with the class for the entire hour!

The teacher  commented that she saw me smiling so she knew I was having fun .... little did she know that as I wiped the sweat out of my eyes and my sight returned I was able to read the sign in multicoloured letters out the front of the hall.... it said

JESUS!

I couldn't have put it better myself.

This is one of the numbers we do and this is what I look like ....  not (but watch this space!)

The Common Shrew: The Return... no more worms. Now where was I?

Yes, Dear Reader, the Shrew has returned!

She  has fought bravely back, through rain (leaking roof) and shine (skin cancer), dog attacks and domestic insanity, with all its attendant insomnia and penury, not to mention the compensatory consumption of kilos of The Shingle Inn's excellent White Christmas.

But now be warned!