#thomasbeckett

A combination of needing to get my kid a “magic” light to blast shadows and listening to too much Mr. Solo means I bought a Chad Valley Give-A-Show projector. Me and Little Man love it: these were the three slides that made a 31 year old and a 3 year old chuckle like a pair of idiots.

The murder of Thomas Beckett, where TB does not give a single fuck

You know when a phrase or word sticks in your mind - e.g. 'Strong & stable leadership'? (!!!)

Well here's one:

A verbal ‘ear-worm’ hit me last night! Simplistic? Authentic? Semantic delight? With power to challenge, transform and excite? Exploring existence, yet rhythmically tight?

No ... just an ear-worm wriggling around; Something compelling, Yet nothing profound; Something that works At the level of sound, Insisting I stay on its merry-go-round

Of words which are working To keep me awake; How can I stop it? What will it take? I need to expel it for sanity’s sake! Let’s write it. Here goes ... No doubt a mistake!

'The dough was rising, but out of control - The bread-maker’s anger increased - S/he shouted, “Who will help me, please, Be rid of this turbulent yeast?!” *