I filched this from flickr's best of 2008 challenge.

French Fancy posted this meme. Here goes:

My Ex - we thought we were soul mates. I guess one of the reasons we broke up was my undiagnosed and therefore untreated bi-polar mood disorder. Fortunately we never had children and so only hurt each other.

I love - my wife, life and family.

People would say - that I'm lazy.

But really - I refuse to be and have little experience of being bored.

I don't understand - How economies, often of very different levels of affluence, work.

When I wake up in the morning - weekdays I drag myself into sitting up, on days off, I sleep until I am bored of sleeping.

I lost - My cloth rabbit and my rubber frog. I know exactly where I left both of them.

My past is - gone for ever. No regrets.

Parties are - usually a bit bothersome for me. The only ones I have really enjoyed were cast parties after plays and student parties at theatre school.

I wish - I could find a moustache comb I could slip into my back pocket. This is surprisingly difficult.

Dogs - are sucky, dependant, demanding and sometimes very cute.

Cats - , from kittens to Bengal tigers, are proud, beautiful, noble and sometimes very cuddly.

Tomorrow - and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. A great speech. I feel the diametric opposite.

I have a low tolerance for - prolonged goodbyes. For me it's kiss, kiss and leave. When I was young I had a very good friend who did not even say goodbye. He would just get up and leave. Perfect. Died of alcoholism.

Go on - leap before you look.

If I had a million pounds - I would start a foundation, which would give yearly awards for life philosophies.

I am totally terrified - rarely, but when I jay walk, I sometimes realise I am stuck half way across, with cars speeding by in front and behind. I want to die conscious and calm. Not in extreme pain or alarmed.


The only rule is that anyone is welcome to jump in and use it.

This remarkable picture by Virginia inspired me to write to her. I suggested that she come over to our house to paint her pattern on our walls as I have always dreamed of wallpaper without repeats. My family was, for a while, in the business of supplying wallpapers and I saw so many of them, I became totally immune to their charm. My mother also supplied draperies and furniture covering. I drive my wife half crazy with the very strong prejudices that have taken root in me from the influence of that trade.

Chest pain and sore teeth. First in right upper back and then left. Uncomfortable, but no longer frightenning. 5.45AM for ten minutes.

French Fancy's French cousins. The bread is brilliant and the apple butterfly beguiling

Oscar Wilde in America


Sherman


Lincoln


Edwin Booth and daughter

Henry James