Reflections in a blogger’s eye **

I have a confession to make: when I started blogging a few years ago, I didn’t have the faintest. Not a bl..dy clue. I did not even really know that people blogged. A blogger? What on earth is that? Do you mean a blotter? That large absorbent paper one used to dry the ink on…

Manchester, England, England

This post is dedicated to the people of Manchester, London, to my friends and relations and their friends and relations in England and elsewhere. It seems only a few weeks ago that I remembered the French version of Hair, sang then, around 1970, by Julien Clerc. I had checked my LP’s, but I “only” have…

Au revoir…

Beauty comes in many a guise. He loved Beauty. Mayhap, ‘tis why they loved one another. For both were beautiful, inside and out. Some say they were mimetic Each reflecting the other. I believe they were symbiotic.   When he saw Gaudi in Barcelona He decided he would be an architect For the beauty of…