I Heart the Internets (Sometimes)

It’s Friday afternoon, which in Middle East speak translates to Saturday arvo, i.e. the very essence of laziness and indulgence combined. A massive feed of sausages & baked beans and several episodes of ‘ER Mystery’ later, it’s time to either mobilise and, eek!, go outside, or find something else to engross myself in, preferably within the confines of my bed.

For the Fallen

Lest we forget.

Ode of Remembrance


They went with songs to the battle, they were young
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

It Must Be Love

One of the best poems I've read, to date. Courtesy of superstar, Ben Adlam.

If it's good enough for Monet, then it's good enough for me.

After the Lunch


On Waterloo Bridge, where we said our goodbyes,
the weather conditions bring tears to my eyes.
I wipe them away with a black woolly glove
And try not to notice I've fallen in love.

On Waterloo Bridge I am trying to think:This is nothing. you're high on the charm and the drink.
But the juke-box inside me is playing a song
That says something different. And when was it wrong?

On Waterloo Bridge with the wind in my hair
I am tempted to skip. You're a fool. I don't care.
the head does its best but the heart is the boss-
I admit it before I am halfway across.

Wendy Cope

Soul Food - Not Fried Chicken

This pic reminds me of that Roger Sanchez song, 'Another Chance'

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) ee cummings