We sing sliding along arpeggios stringing out the sounds. The rhythm of our heartbeats in time to the music. We chant beginning with O like the chorister and the lesbian the howl of the wolf woman and her companion lovers. We don masks of black gold silver white and splashes of colour we disguise the extrovert. The streets are filled with crowds everyone disguised and in our new personae we explore the wilds of our emotions.

The Flying Sasquatch by Jana C. Curious Infomation, Fresh Every Few Weeks. The Star Wars of Penzance, Finale. A Space Operetta by Jana C. Chorus of TIE Fighter Pilots. A rollicking band of pilots, we. Who, zooming through space so fancy-free,. Will zap any X-Wing that we see. With lasers bright and flashing. The TIEs appear to guard their station. What made us pick this for our avocation? With ships so new.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009. Sorry, I could not rotate this one for the life of me. Tilt head, ever so slightly to the left, please. And one with Gramma and Aunt Robin. Sunday, January 25, 2009.

One North London life, with pictures. 10th March 2018, London, the eleventh Million Women Rise. Demonstration of resistance, celebration and recognition. Pics in random order here.