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[...] a lover exists only in fragments, a dozen or so if the romance is new, a thousand if we've married him, and out of those fragments our heart constructs an entire person. What we each create, since whatever is missing is filled in by our imagination, is the person we wish him to be. The less we know him, of course, the more we love him. And that's why we always remember that first rapturous night when he was a stranger, and why this rapture returns only when he is dead. Andrew Sean Greer , The Story of a Marriage , Faber, p64

"History says, Don't hope on this side of the grave. But then, once in a lifetime the longed for tidal wave of justice can rise up, and hope and history rhyme." Seamus Heaney, " Doubletake ", The Cure at Troy

Trying too hard to replicate the famous picture of Ms Keeler on her chair (but with a twist, sorry a Twix) as per this Facebook group (I prefer this version to the black and white one )

Sydney Daily Telegraph 21.01.2009

Today, I was taking part in the shoot of a short film in Manor Park (E12) with members of the Chorus. The comedy, called "Milk Watch", is founded by the local council after a competition and will be screened at the East London Film Festival in April. I was part of an army of milkmen bent on "defending the land" by getting hold of two shady characters. I got the overground in Liverpool Street station and as I looked outside the window while waiting with other Chorus members for the train to start, I made eye contact with a very cute Indian guy (the sort with classical features). He got in with a mate and sat a bit further off where I couldn’t see him. At Manor Park, as we were trying to find our way to the meeting point, someone hailed us asking if we were part of the shoot and showed us the proper way. It was the friend of the hot Indian. It turns out they were crew members. We spent the whole morning waiting, getting made up and waiting some more (it was rather a w...

Click to enlarge (it was sent to me by email, no idea who put it together)