The other week, as I dozed at my post, the most unlikely person voiced his view of me, 'she's a rebel' he said to anyone that would listen. Casting a long sideways look, I pretended not to take note. We all suffer from an inability to escape our fantasies and in this person's case the fantasy is all consuming.
However, onto brighter matters, during a miserable moment perusing the Cunard voyage itinerary, I spied that night four is 20's dress themed. Out came the stockings and suspenders, the necklaces, lace and feathers. I will look splendidly miserable at least.
“The canary bird in the coal mine theory of the arts: artists should be treasured as alarm systems.”
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