I overheard this sad conversation on the Hastings to Brighton train recently. It took place between two young men who were obviously comparing notes on women. The depressing part is that it could have taken place 50 years ago without sounding out of place. The moral of the piece? Avoid wearing red lipstick? No chance. I don't know what the bloody moral is, my duty is to report and present.
Do you that feeling where you are expending all your time and energy seeking something when deep down you know exactly where to find it or what you have to do to get it. Sometimes it is easier striving!
As my mother was dying she kept describing flames shooting out of everyone's heads., I couldn't reassure her as I didn't know what the hell she was seeing. But the visual image has stayed with me. Has anyone else heard of this?