Tuesday 23 January 2024

The moaning rubbish self agrandise-pitying

 rubbish that gets on the "New York Times best seller list"

A real writer writes a passage about dancing around the beer bottles flying across her  folks' front room...

Or in my case it was a full baked beans can.. 

Every time for 45 years i open one i smile, and think, i LEARNED.... not to be him

and thank god i raised


as it wasnt only the drink....

There is ALWAYS a silver lining...

.....as long as you read the right books.

I wonder if she even dipped her nose in?

 To Bel Canto

There was more than one reason i  passed my copy on

( the back is much more interesting, and anti-Eckheart.... real life)