Camy

Pokes head around door, sees what's going on and decides to pop back later.Booya!

Further to Trab's info: Photobucket is free to join. Once you have an account you can upload any pictures you have, and then display them anywhere on the net. You'll need to save your paint file as a jpg or png, as original paint files won't be recognised. Hope this helps! Camy

You're one mental Raccoon. Yet, oddly, I love you for it. Hmm, but then I like kitty cats too, and hedgehogs. Woof.

There's a time and a place for everything. A synchronicity between the public's mood and an artist, that if it 'clicks', means the artist can do no wrong. The Beatles, Rolling Stones, Picasso, Damien Hurst, The Wachowski Brothers, LOTR, all struck our imagination, but with Harry Potter, Rowling superseded them all. Not only was the timing superb, but Harry Potter triggered a meme that got stronger and stronger, spawning hundreds and thousands of imitators on the internet, and a lot of wannabe's in main stream literature too. So Rowling is the magician, and Harry Potter her magic.... I wonder ... if computers didn't exist, and there was no internet or special effects, would the books still be as pertinent? Probably yes. My ha'penny.

Thanks Trab,I know I should have mentally dealt with it before I went, and I think for the most part I had. My real problem is that I'm a shy sort, and a car boot is like getting up on stage. Hmm ... I might have made more dosh, busking....

That's how I read it, too. Drooling's okay, provided you don't drool in front of him!

Sunday car boot (trunk for those with a different vocabulary) sales have taken over from church as the place to congregate. Not only do we all worship the great God Mammon, but we either get a bargain or two, or make a few quid - depending if you're buying or selling. I've been both, but today I was selling. I HATE it. Hate, hate, hate it! Got the idea? It's so damn embarrassing having total strangers trawling through your tat.... But needs must when the devil drives, so suffer I did, with cheesy grins to all and sundry. Mindless gossip with penurious proletarian peasants. Not that I'm hoity toity by any stretch of the imagination, it's just that I FUCKING HATE IT! Then there's the guilt. Selling 'things' that my father gave to me. It was strange: there was an old (pre 2nd world war) small two drawer wooden filling cabinet. One person wanted to buy it, and yet if he'd offered me a fortune I wouldn't have sold it to him. The chap who eventually bought it 'felt right'. So here I am, back home. I'm not rich, but not poor. I guess it's better to make a few quid rather than chucking it all away, but I still hate it. There's another one next Sunday!

I agree. There is a median line that's easy to walk: have faith in people until that faith is broken. Often it's not. People aren't good, they aren't bad, they are just people.

I wore a tie, once. I also had a suit, but sadly, no corporate empire to run.'Orange Assassins' is a great name for ... well, all manner of things. A band for one. Probably jazz punk fusion with a hint of citronella. Hmm, scrumptious.

Definitely ripped from a wounded heart Probably not everyone will understand probably not to everyone's taste Definitely powerful, damning, and oh so sad I read it over and over again. 'scuse the pseudo poetic review. Camy

I gambol a lot. It comes with being a large bird. Did I mention the stupid lottery? Stupid lottery. He who ponders.

This is not Video or DVD - yet, but a really good quality drama production of 'The Falcon Banner' by Christopher P. Lydon, author of 'The William Carter'. If you love SciFi, and especially space opera like Star Wars, then I highly recommend this. It's up to episode 9 of 12. http://www.darkerprojects.com/falconbanner.html

Yay! I missed the weekly missive. Camy

Read it. Love it. Want to hear it! Though why not post it here too? Hmm.My only comment: Death - to me - is more personal, and definitely not an 'it'. Then that's me, and you're you! If you haven't read Terry Pratchett's 'Mort', then please do, and all will become clear!!!Great poem, DesCamy

Nope. Wikipedia say registration is open once a month on a friday, unless you have an invitation.

If I were there I'd give you a huge hug. Sorry I'm not.Is it totally out of the question to give Daniel a call?Take care,Camy

Hahahahahaha!

That was NOT what I meant! It was more that .... Never mind. I'll end up tying myself in knots ... no, no no. I didn't mean that either.Sheesh!

SAVE THE GAY WHALES!

Thank you all. Sincerely.The poetry I write that is the best happens almost without thought, and very fast, too. I guess that's why I believe I have an actual real live muse ... because it's not me.I read your comments, Des, then re-read them. If I were to meet you at a party, I'd stand there stroking my non existent whispy goatee, nodding sagely."Yes, well of course a Koan was my original intent," I'd say, then pretend to see a familiar face on the other side of the room and leg it. Of course I'd come back later - I'm not rude!You see, had I tried for 'form' of any description, I'd still be writing. When Kitty (my ever patient editor) starts talking grammar, my eyes glaze over and I see bunny rabbits gambolling in daisy filled fields. But thanks anyway. It's nice to know I nearly wrote a Koan. Camy Btw, my favourite poem in this vein is by Stevie Smith, entitled 'Not Waving But Drowning'.Nobody heard him, the dead man,But still he lay moaning:I was much further out than you thoughtAnd not waving but drowning.Poor chap, he always loved larkingAnd now he's deadIt must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,They said.Oh, no no no, it was too cold always(Still the dead one lay moaning)I was much too far out all my lifeAnd not waving but drowning.

My poem 'Cheery Me' seems to have caused 'a bit of a to do'. Cheery cheery me Razor blade and morphine free Can't take the final step No one to feed the cats you see I appreciate the concern more than those concerned will probably ever know: however, I'd like to state that though I've occasionally pondered the idea of 'offing' myself - and who can honestly say they haven't - I wouldn't. It's pointless, and I have way too much to do. I really, really want to finish my novel. I've songs to record, a boyfriend to shag (too much information?) and a life to live ... not to mention cats. So thank you - you know who you are. And to those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, thank you too. Camy

Hmm. Raccoon snacks. No wonder the UK's getting a reputation for bad food. Eating in the UK depends on how much money you have. If you have a spare ?20 I'd have lunch at Fortnum and Mason on Piccadilly. Welsh Rarebit is just ... *falls over backwards drooling* wonderful. Then there's the Ritz or Harrods Lots of good places to eat in Soho too. Covent Garden is also cool, though somewhat expensive and touristy. It's also the centre for street performance of all sorts. Have fun! Camy

The cats send their love. Thanks y'all, Camy

Cheery me by camy Cheery cheery me Razor blade and morphine free Can't take the final step No one to feed the cats you see 30th July 2007