Archives for 2019

Drips and glaze, that’s the way we dance.

Here on the balcony the opera glasses are freely used to check on the makeup.

The leading lady leads.

The director is almost bankable.

We have great seats, of course there is an unobstructed view

Trip toes to Gazilo Grapi Garcelo.

Runs like a buffalo disco.

Oh girl, oh boy, oh well.

A sigh and a smirk left before grins and twins.

New staircase, better steps.

Trainer says fifty reps.

Sign in please.

The signals were strong and the coast was a long way off.

The craft plying this stretch of water were old and beautifully painted.

It took a friendship, instantly formed, to earn the captain’s trust and will to invite us aboard.

We learnt more on one trip than at three universities we had searched for valuable knowledge and wisdom.

The chocolate was the best we’d tasted in the world.

Share the toast and seal the deal.

Where were we? Who Said this? Which peace treaty was signed?

They tried to waltz but the rock’n’roll tango was in the front line.

The winners all erased their losses and no losers stayed in town.

Rooms are available if you book two years in advance.

The center is yellow and you can see it for miles.

A sign, we could say a homing beacon, like this is needed.

Before the solar-bright core we were lost and flailing.

The illuminated Exit sign in a public gathering place is so valuable and we rarely think about who switches it on in the morning, or if it’s automated or whether it stays alight day and night.

It’s worth a thought – one of us might start making revolutionary new signs that outperform the old ones.