Here we are, at the last Hurrah of summer. I’ve been having one of those weeks when it seems that either I’m being punked, or the world has gone nutso. It reminded me of one of my favourite sites in Jerusalem, the aptly named ‘Bonkers Cafe’ which is a fitting metaphor for the whole Middle East, nay, the whole world.
If I tell you that I’ve been re-reading Frances Hodgson-Burnett’s ‘The Secret Garden’, what would you deduce from that? Yep, I’m so stressed, I fear my head might actually explode. I believe that most people have these stress markers – the mental equivalent of a security blanket. Mine? Easy.
What a week! Having spent the week being a nutter-magnet as usual, TGIF! The wretched full moon didn’t help, and God only knows what effect a blood moon has. Actually, I am yet to see any sign of images of this so-called red moon. All the ones I’ve seen just show ye olde regular moon; must have missed it.
It’s been an interesting couple of weeks, what with the football, Trump, and the Brexix debacle. Firstly, the football. England did not win the World Cup, thereby depriving me of my hat trick. They should have won but it was not to be. I blame the people who were in favour of ‘strategic losing’ with regards to the first Belgian game which wrecked the mojo of the whole thing.
What else did I do in New York? Well, I walked loads, just taking it all in. Went to some of my favourite places: MOMA, St.Patrick’s, the Fred.E.French building, the building of absolute beautifulness, or the Chrysler Building as I believe other people refer to it, Barnes & Noble (can I just say how much […]
