Musings of Khlari

Oops, been vamping even….The Blood and The Shadow…a new gothic/vamp evening at the Dev in Camden, co-hosted by The London Vampyre Group 

Haven't written much for the last few days….ben out vamping……. 

Don't call me Jane………..THAT song…….

Once upon a time, I was a committed Francophile. Somewhere between the ages of 11 and 18, I metamorphosed into a garlic-loving paid up worshipper of the French nation. Everything about England was boring. Everything. Why have Stew when you can have Pot au Feu? Sunday dinner pales into insignificance against a Roti d'Agneau, Sauce a l'ail. Shopping…well , fighting tourists along Oxford Street compared to wafting down the Place Vendome……and the French art of flanerie…….flaner le long des boulevards……there isn't even a word for flaner in English……stroll? It doesn't encapsulate the full word, just walking, hanging, breathing in the ambience………Clothes? The English just looked like ragbags tied in the middle with string compared to the visions of elegance in Dior, Saint-Laurent and Lacroix that I eagerly sought in the pages of French Vogue, Elle and Marie-Claire.

Janey Morris Being ‘Abnormal’

Well, what brings me here…as I've said it is a very long, convoluted and bizarre story, involving lots of moving around and a plot worthy of Ann Radcliffe……….

I haven't written for so long, so forgive me if I am a little out of practice, not since I did a Creative Writing course in 1991 in Manchester…..then life kind of intervened….

but unfortunately this was the one they meant………..not the cool one…..hmmm, was probably the way my hair went attempting valiantly to pogo to X-ray spex, come to think of it. Seriously, am having a little Lene renaissance too….bizarrely started this several days BEFORE the commet!

Bit less deranged and a little more gothy here…….

guess the pigtails are a little more Lene than Rose…………oh, and the deranged look…..

I just wanted to be Rose Mc Dowall……….mind you, wouldn't say no to Lene either…see what you think!