What more is there to say? Everybody else has made their comments about the mindless thievery masquerading as social protest. Not much I can add except to say that the sheer nitwittery of it all can be summed up by the picture in the paper today of the bespectacled wannabe in the knitted tam-o-shanter and the mujahideen scarf carrying his personal proceeds from the looting in Hackney. Too good to be forgotten? I greeted them.

This picture was taken shortly before she died. Martha Carlisle is my little rat. She was excellent in the role. Tilly with Nick, her fiance, before she had laser surgery for her eyes. This is my sister and best friend, Estefania, with her son, Sam, at the same celebration which took place in December, 2009.

Sunday, 6 June 2010. Where Lilith goes there follows. A confusion of bright hair;. And modest as a prayer. What anguish then for those. Who would be wild as well as loved;. To be embraced, a captive,. Or an Amazon unmoved? Posted by Abigail Wyatt. Tuesday, 29 September 2009. From the summer of 2007. Song of the Sea Crab. Crab dances sideways for her life.

Friday, 30th April, 2010 - 4th March, 1924. This is a development of an exercise undertaken as part of a tutorial for A215. Now, though, I am quite pleased with it. Through two red days and white nights;. Recalled how her shrinking flesh was racked,. Hacked opened like so much meat.