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The Nereids Zodiac Sign

My brand new zodiac sign would be Nereids, sea goddesses ruled by the tides and moon, therefore a mix of air and water elements. There is to be a full moon around my birthday, and I share the sign with others born three days either side of June 2nd. Nereids like myself have been known to howl at the moon and gather like minded daughters and sisters, crones and virgins to join in the lunar celebrations at the seashore, and the liminal space of the estuary. Nereids are volatile spirits, benign, warm and generous with a bountiful love of human, animal and faerie folk. Harm an innocent though and we will fight tooth, feather and scales to defend the broken ones, often suffering ourselves as a result. Beware triggering our rage.

Physically we are fleet as shoals of little silver fish, swirling in the shallows , where the sunlight shimmers. Because of our love of water and air, we can be prone to weakness of our feet, and they need much attention to keep them healthy. Both our hands and eyes are very expressive and full of emotion.

At times we become too grounded for our nature and that is when we become greedy, often devouring great quantities of things that are unsuitable and over processed. This slows us down, makes us sluggish and confuses our airways, causing asthma like symptoms . We can be opinionated, overbearing, and frequently become grumpy old women, with a flip side that never grows up.

Could you possibly be a Nereid? If this sounds like you, there is a fair chance that someone got your birthdate wrong. Maybe you could describe your own custom zodiac sign?

 

I created this post in response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Custom Zodiac

What Kind of Chocolate are You?

You’ve all seen those crazy Facebook quizzes, which Disney princess are you, which Greek goddess are you? what flavour smoothie are you? Well today I’m sharing what kind of chocolate I am.  Of course I’m never the same, but on Mondays I’m this kind of chocolate,

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that’s scary, grumpy and menacing.

Thankfully on Friday, that’s tomorrow I’m more like this,

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Dark, mysterious and irresistible :-)
Tell me what kind of chocolate are you?

Something Strange in the Neighbourhood

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Exeter zombie walk

Today  is Exeter’s 4th Halloween Zombie  Walk, so camera in hand I braved the streets to bring you spectacular horrors. They were all hilarious, with some great acting, but there’s something very creepy about the clown.  Click on any pic below for a bigger view.

My vote goes to the glam zombie . . . z5 Do you have a favourite? How is Halloween in your town?

Offset Catman

Yesterday I published a weird photo for the Weekly Challenge. A few people thought that I should write the book to match the cover. That would never happen, even though I occasionally write something a little dark, this would be far too macabre for me.

I took the photo back in August, wandering the streets of Sidmouth during Folk week. There is always something interesting to see there, but I never thought I’d use the image, taken with my phone.

The guy in the picture was having fun rolling around the path, apparently sober and wearing a cat mask, as you do. I remember his girlfriend being ever so slightly embarrassed by his antics, but his friend was encouraging him to play.

Here is the original photo, some of you wanted to know how I created it, it was more luck than judgement.

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I edited it in Photoshop, using ‘offset’ and changed it to black and white with infrared.

Here he is again really getting into a cat pose.

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Cover Art

Pete Rosos says,

For this week’s Photo Challenge, stimulate your creative process and imagine which of your images you would like to see gracing the cover of a book, an album, or a magazine. Would the image inspire us to take a peek through the pages, listen to the music, or buy a ticket to the show? Would it strike a chord with viewers, making them reflect on or revisit memories of places, people, and experiences?

This calls for weird doesn’t it? or perhaps its just an excuse for me to be silly. So this is the cover of a book that I would never write!

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What would your book cover look like? Show us or see more at

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/cover-art/

One of Those little dilemmas

This morning as I walked up the road towards work, I noticed a lady ahead of me who I know by sight, as someone who heads the same way each day. She walks slower than I, so I quickly caught up with her. She was wearing a mid calf length, floral summer dress, of rather limp fabric. It had a split up the centre back.

You’ve guessed haven’t you? The split was not the discreet vent to knee that allows for movement. Nope, it was a full on unravelled seam that went right up to her btm. Still behind her I thought quickly, was this how it was meant to be? no way, did she know and if so was she unconcerned, surely not? She is middle aged and how shall I put it? a substantial lady.

What to do, what to do? I’ve never spoken to her before, but if the tables were turned I’d hope someone would point it out to me, there was no-one else around.  I reached her side.

‘Excuse me, I hope you don’t mind me saying, but I think the seam of your dress has come apart at the back.’

‘Oh, how far up? ‘she asked, reaching around to feel for herself.

‘Sorry’, I said ‘If it was me I’d rather know!’

‘Yes, okay uh thanks uh It will just have to do for today’ she replied.

I wanted the pavement to swallow me up. I KNOW she lives somewhere around the corner from me, no more than five minutes walk, but she had no intention of turning back to deal with it. I scurried ahead. Five minutes later I looked back and she was indeed continuing on her way to work, wherever that is.

Now, the dress she was wearing was so flimsy, that the slightest waft of breeze would have lifted it, and there is no way on God’s earth that she could lean her body more than an inch, without showing everyone what she had for breakfast. I’m still cringing twelve hours later and I think I will every time I see her again.

Was I wrong to tell her? surely not, at least it gave her the option of popping back home to sort it. I’m mystified, what do you think, would you have said anything or left her to it?