poor miss Blyon & poor mr Rowe

Last night, my flatmate Anna (whose biggest fan I play football with on Monday nights, incidentally) returned from sojourning at home for a week.  Great!  But no.  It turned out that she’s been ill the whole time, probably brought on by standing outside Edinburgh airport in the freezing while it was evacuated because someone wanted to throw away their rucksack.  I feel angry on her behalf, and sad for her.

In a few weeks’ time, my Daddy was due to run in the European Championships in Helsinki – his first time doing something on that level, I think – doing the 1500m and maybe more.  He’s a good runner, and is happy when he runs, but something’s gone wrong with his knee, so today he’s going in for keyhole surgery.  I feel sad/angry for/with him too.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr …

Let’s go WILDE!!

I like a bit of Oscar.  See if you can handle a LOT of him, and let me know what you think …

Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.
Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.
Genius is born–not paid.
I am not young enough to know everything.
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone elses opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
Patriotism is the virtue of the vicious.
To disagree with three-fourths of the British public is one of the first requisites of sanity.
We live in an age when unnecessary things are our only necessities.
We teach people how to remember, we never teach them how to grow.
When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers.
What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.
Only the shallow know themselves.
Vile deeds like poison weeds bloom well in prison air, it is only what is good in man, that wastes and withers there.
We have really everything in common with America nowadays except, of course, language.
To lose one parent, Mr Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.
Thirty-five is a very attractive age. London society is full of women of the very highest birth who have, of their own free choice, remained thirty-five for years.
I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex.
Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.
Work is the curse of the drinking classes.
I can resist anything but temptation.
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.
To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable.
Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives.
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written or badly written.


I’ve always found New Year resolutions a bit like horoscopes – like, if you really believe it’s going to happen, then it probably will.  I do like to have a bit of a think at the beginning/end of a new thing, and that’s good for processing and so on, but I think I’m far too irresolute to go making resolutions.

Instead, I tend to go for walks talking out loud (to God and myself) about ‘themes’ for the new year.  Sometimes it feels like He says/suggests something, as was the case last year (but it’s private, so I can’t tell you).  Of late, I’m not feeling very competent at ‘hearing God say stuff’, but there’s one line that has dropped into me, over the past few weeks, and I think it’s Him:

What good will it do you to gain the whole world but lose your soul?

Obviously, I’m taking it that this year I shall become wildly successful and wealthy, and suffer all those sorts of problems 🙂  It’s a good line; I like it.  I like it that (like my last post) it shows how being successful and being yourself can work against or counterract or sabotage one another.  I think soul is a very good definition of ‘who you really are’ or ‘who you really should be’, and so, at the moment, I’m taking care to notice the things that steal my soul – that steal me, twist me, screw me up – and doing my best to ignore them, or sabotage them.

As for other resolution-type-things.  The plan is:
– to discover why some people LOVE whisky;
– to go to a football match, a rugby match, and a cricket match;
– to ‘perform’ publicly (whatever that means) once a month;
– to get better at buying flowers for Maria;
– to be more generous;
– to cook more and better.


Revelation 12:7-10,12

And there was war in heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the dragon, and the dragon and his angels fought back.  But he was not strong enough, and they lost their place in heaven.  The great dragon was hurled down—that ancient serpent called the devil, or Satan, who leads the whole world astray. He was hurled to the earth, and his angels with him.

Then I heard a loud voice in heaven say:
   "Now have come the salvation and the power and the kingdom of our God,
      and the authority of his Christ.
   For the accuser of our brothers,
      who accuses them before our God day and night,
      has been hurled down.


To use the old-fashioned words, I have felt bedevilled & demonised this last year.  I have felt squashed and twisted and generally screwed around with, and in the corresponding mess, an overwhelming sense of hopeless sadness.  I have seen my good motives perverted into making me into someone that is not me – I have literally not been able to recognise myself for much of the past 6 months.  It’s been heartbreaking, for me and for others.

This is what demons do!  They are not so clever as we give them credit, really.  They hate us, and hate it when we do what we are made for (ie. love God and be ourselves).  They hardly ever try to make us worship satan – it’s much easier to get us hating ourselves and our lives.  And they are good at it.  It’s worked on me, anyway.

But only to some extent.  No more.  I see through your schemes, you scumbags!!  You mindless filthy ORCS!!!  You aren’t going to get me; not in the short run, and definitely not in the long run.

Hence the bit of the Bible above.  He accuses us day and night, but he is not strong enough, so:

   They overcame him
      by the blood of the Lamb
      and by the word of their testimony;
   they did not love their lives so much
      as to shrink from death.
   Therefore rejoice, you heavens
      and you who dwell in them!
   But woe to the earth and the sea,
      because the devil has gone down to you!
   He is filled with fury,
      because he knows that his time is short."

being as happy as the Bhutanese

Earlier on, my sister was reading the Daily Mail (don’t worry, she didn’t buy it); an article reporting what lifestyles or activities are statistically most likely to bring us happiness.

Apparently three of the top ones are WALKING and PRAYING and GARDENING.

[BEING RICH and HAVING CHILDREN do not work though.]

Statistically, I should be over-the-moon today.

But I’m not, really.

[Statistics have that effect on me, I think.]