Les temps de souveniers

I'm not going to do my usual Valentine's Blog. I don't feel half as bitter as previous years. I feel 'jaunty'. Yes.



I spent it eating desserts (Fruit Cocktail Trifle) and watching DVDs (I gave Kingdom of the Crystal Skull a second chance. It's very comic booky, but still far from perfect) for a change. No eloping to Paris, or last minute mystery rendezvous in the Bahamas. Quite the contrast to previous years.



So here's a picture of my guardian angel Francoise Hardy. And to the hope one day, when I'm racing along La Cote D'Azur in my Alfa Romeo, I will look over to the passenger seat and see the smile of a singular beauty, before she puts some big sunglasses on.









Yes. I would let her have some Fruit Cocktail Trifle too.

Gotta love...#1

Gotta love Robert E. Howard.






"Once I killed, with an iron sword I had forged with my own hands, that most terrible of beasts - old sabre-tooth, which men today call a tiger because he was more like a tiger than anything else. In reality he was almost as much like a bear in build, save for his unmistakably feline head. Sabre-tooth was massive-limbed, with a long-hung, great, heavy body and he vanished from the earth because he was too terrible a fighter, even for that grim age. As his muscles and foreocity grew, his brain dwindled until at last even the instinct of self-preservation vanished. Nature, who maintains her balance in such things, destroyed him because, had his super-fighting powers been allied with an intelligent brain, he would have destroyed all other forms of life on earth. He was a freak on the road of evolution - organic development gone mad and run to fangs and talons, to slaughter and destruction." - The Valley of the Worm.