Freda: The Maid, the Cook and the track. Emmeline Freda du Faur 1882-1935. This tale comes as a result of an open challenge presented by my good friend HK. The challenge had its origins in HK’s college years when a professor of his would set a task for his students by asking them to write a story around three subject words, two of which would be apparently related to each other and the third a completely unconnected one. As an inter… 阅读更多内容

A Brief History of Group Sex according to the artist Blas Gallego. Pre-History b]Ancient Egypt Ancient Greece Ancient Rome Middle Ages http://www.blasg… 阅读更多内容

The Slave in Waiting. The bellowing of the crowd reaches a new height of frenzied feral bellicosity as the two gladiators enter the arena to mark the climax of the games. They have lasted for three days now these games; three days of mounting excitement and slaughter, adjudged by many to be the most spectacular, lavish and expensive games ever staged in Rome, to celebrate Caesar’s triumph. There have been wild b**st hunts, theatrical re-enactments of Caesar’s victories in the east, a dance performed by… 阅读更多内容

Rapunzel: The Girl in the Tower. Among the occasional criticisms that my picture galleries on here are obliged to endure, one came to mind recently. Of course my galleries could be the cause of a number of criticisms; that they’re too esoteric, too over the top, too artistic, too irreverent, too long or even just too boring! One thing for which I have received the odd stern word concerns my treatment of fairy stories in my galleries. It’s not so much a criticism as much as a shaking of the head, the odd “tut tut”, the raised finger and the being informed that I… 阅读更多内容

The Magdalene Scandal. Regular readers of my blogs will by now have become familiar with the day to day life of my fictitious St Margaret Clitheroe’s Finishing School for Young Catholic Ladies and the sins, and associated trials and tribulations, of my eponymous heroine Michaela Francis. They might also be aware of my innumerable grievances with the Christian church in general and the Roman Catholic Church in particula… 阅读更多内容

St Valentine’s Day. A Painting depicting the ancient festival of Lupercalia; the fertility festival which preceded St Valentine's Day. Regular readers of my blogs will not be surprised to learn that St Valentine’s Day is yet another “Christian” feast day which I regard with a certain degree of suspicion. It is not that I have anything against a day to celebrate love of course; far from it but the usurpa… 阅读更多内容

A little Girl and her Fishing Rod. Although I don’t like to bother readers of my blog with too much introspection and personal detail I feel that my latest gallery might need something by way of explanation. On the face of it, it is just a gallery of a lot of very pretty girls in the great outdoors fishing; usually without too much in the way of clothes on. Nothing wrong with that. It has somewhat of a greater significance to me though and one which I hope I can adequately explain without sounding barking mad. Regular readers of my blogs and stories will have noticed several refe… 阅读更多内容

The Fig Tree Here’s another little gem of wisdom from that source of all ultimate truth and wisdom, the Holy Bible: [ Matthew 21:18-22[ Early in the morning, as Jesus was on his way back to the city, he was hungry. Seeing a fig tree by the road, he went up to it but found nothing on it except leaves. Then he said to it, “May you never bear fruit again!” Immediately the tree withered. When the disciples saw this, they were amazed. “How did the fig tree wither so quickly?” they asked. Jesus replied, “Truly I tell you, if you have faith and do not doubt, not only can you do what w… 阅读更多内容

Sylvia Kristel (1952-2012) In 2001, Sylvia Kristel, a heavy smoker since the age of eleven, was diagnosed with throat cancer. It was the beginning of her final battle. She had known struggle aplenty in her life. She had fought her way through a series of disastrous personal relationships, known deep unhappiness and the ravages of cocaine and the nicotine addiction which would ultimately kill her. After three courses of chemotherapy during which time the disease spread to her lungs, Sylvia suffered a… 阅读更多内容

Morgan Le Fay. Morgan Le Fay, Morgana, Morgaine; sorceress, queen, healer, seductress, witch and magician is one of those dimly seen figures from the tales of our past along the border where mythology and history blur around the edges and meld into one another. She is a central character in the Arthurian legends both as a villainess and heroine; possibly one of the most complex and intriguing figures of the whole tale and who metamorphosises to fit the image of every new age that retells her story. She is the witch queen of Avalon, the enchantress of the magic isle, stu… 阅读更多内容

Abomination at St Margaret’s. There is a collective wince among the students at St Margaret Clitheroe’s Finishing School for Young Ladies as another crack of the cane against tender flesh elicits a further wail of anguish to echo around the austere walls of the school gymnasium. The caning is fearful, delivered with all the strength of Miss Pearson’s strong right arm. She is one of the few lay teachers at the school amidst the nuns; our gymnastics teacher and official executioner for public chastisement. A caning from her is one to be feared a… 阅读更多内容

The Pirate Queen. Recently we had another rerun of the “Pirates of the Caribbean” on BBC television which of course gave everybody the chance to lust after the gorgeous Keira Knightly swashbuckling her way through the movie in the character of Elizabeth Swann. I was interested to read an interview with Knightly where she describes her character as a 21st century girl trapped in an 18th century world. She seemed of the opinion that only 21st century girls were kick ass enough to be the r… 阅读更多内容

Domestic Disharmony. I wriggle uncomfortably; the stinging from my nether regions still sharp and throbbing. I can hear Mr and Mrs Destet moving about in the next room however so I dare not rub my tender rear. We have been promised a further experience with the strap should Jacqueline or I presume to so much as move a muscle. We are stood side by side facing the living room wall with our hands on our heads. The bottom part of the pyjamas I borrowed from Jackie have slipped down to my ankles. At least, with the pyjama top on, I am wearing more than Jackie. Her bath towel is laid disca… 阅读更多内容

The Christmas Fairy Tale. Among the many traditions that we adhere to at this time of year there is one for which I have a good deal of fondness. It is the tradition of retelling old stories and fairy tales. It is the time of the year when we dust off all our favourites to tell the c***dren; Snow White, Cinderella, Peter Pan, the wonderful tales of Scheherazade and the one thousand and one Arabian nights, Alice in Wonderland, the stories of the brothers Grimm or Hans Christian Andsersen, Charles Dickens and so on and so on; the list is endless. Many of the s… 阅读更多内容

The Christmas Fire. It is cold in the school gymnasium where we have all convened after evacuating the convent adjoining the school. I glance at the old battered vaulting horse stowed at the side of the gym and shiver. I have bitter memories of the day I took fifty strokes of the cane on my bare behind while tied over that malignant apparatus. sister Juliana mistakes my shiver for the chill of this cold December night, just two days from Christmas, and wraps a blanket around my shoulders. It is welcome for I am clad in the plain white cotton shift that has been my… 阅读更多内容

Farewell my Lady Lilith. Was it just a dream them? Was it just an illusion in the quiet small hours of the morning? Did I really touch the soul of some distant lady by the shores of the Pacific Ocean far away? Did she really come to me like a shadow on the edge of reality and move my consciousness with her dark passions; inspire my senses with the searing light of her presence and leave me breathless half a globe away? Was she really there? Was there truly a spirit that I adored on the end of this fragile, tenuous tendril of electronic tangibility? Did I… 阅读更多内容

My First One Hundred Galleries. With a shock I have come to realise that I have now posted the grand total of one hundred picture galleries on this site. It is a prodigious total especially considering that my galleries tend to be mostly very large; usually in excess of fifty images per gallery and frequently up to a hundred in total. In fact those 100 galleries consist of a total of 7,952 images, photographs and artworks; a quite phenomenal number. Having reached this milestone it occurred to me to mark the occasion with a special centenary gallery as it were; a… 阅读更多内容

How to Please. How to Please a Woman: Be sensitive and caring about her concerns and worries. Be deferential to her femininity and treat her with courtesy and old fashioned charm. Flatter her and pass no opportunity to tell her that she’s beautiful. Always listen to her and be respectful of her opinions and views. Always have a sense of humour. Charm her with your urbane wit and intelligence. Always wait until you have seated her before taking your place at a table. Hold her coat for her and always usher her courteously through the door. Take he… 阅读更多内容