Author: Janus

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Do I have to decide?

OK, I suppose I must. The four lovelorn souls who dared to reveal their pain for the sake of the Chariot Cup all did themselves proud. Lots of passion and pathos, as required, and four very different love-objects: Soutie’s Kadett, JM’s Lulworth, Arrers’ Muse and JW’s Lilian. So many lines to savour and rhythms to tap to.

But needs must. Thank you again to all the poets but…………….  Continue reading “Do I have to decide?”

To cherished versifiers

It’s a wet and chilly autumn morning here in the Baltic Badlands. Perfect conditions for pining. And remember: whenever one’s heart is broken, life is always a monotone of grey (to risk coining a phrase).

So in the final hours available (24), prithee pour out your bleeding heart and vie for the cup that runneth over with literary kudos.

https://charioteers.org/2012/09/02/the-next-poetry-competition-lost-love/

 

Watch out

Everybody I know (except my sister who is only just starting to use the remote for her telly) has a mobile thingy somewhere about their person. And the younger they are, the more complex their devices. Something to do with apps and uploads – whatever they may be. So as I was noticing yet another Rolex ad on t’telly the other day, I thought, “Why do people bother? ‘Cos I don’t.” OK, I’ll modify that. I realise that fashion victims have to display bejewelled time-pieces as a mark of their wealth/coolness/superiority, but normal people really don’t need one, do they, even if they work at two hundred fathoms? Just nudge your ikit and check the time in every time-zone imaginable. And the same goes of course for alarm clocks, grandfather clocks and Big Ben himself. Surplus to requirements, redundant, as useful as a chocolate teapot, if Christopher will allow me.

Photomania

English Heritage Prepare Queen Victoria's Private Beach At Osborne House To Open To The Public

My little wordplay with Greek origins is prompted by the latest royal brouhaha, which was itself prompted by the Windsors’ proclivities for baring their privates. They make natural victims of the digitally-enhanced mass media. But both parties suffer from strains of photomania – albeit with somewhat different aims. Might I recommend the Windsors repair to Osborne for the hols and make use of the local facilities?