Then the computer came to my house and social media took the place of books penned by truly great writers. Somehow, I convinced myself that the selfies posted by ‘friends’ I had never met or even knew as were the images of the meals they had eaten or the children they had given birth to. I stopped to value time.
Publisher Caroline Ridding told The Guardian that erotic fiction has an enormous global online constituency driven almost exclusively by female readers.
Q: What do you call a person who speaks several languages? A: Multilingual. Q: How do you describe a person who speaks two languages? A: Bilingual. Q: What do you call a person who speaks only one language? A: British.
After her husband is assassinated by rivals whose offer to purchase his business was rejected Tiffany finds herself a wealthy heiress of several brothels including a Spanish bordello named Sex Fest at Tiffany’s.
What happened to the inspiring nature of lovemaking; the quickened heart of love at first sight; a shy flowering of mutual attraction; the chemistry between two people we know exists but cannot fathom. Is the love that grows to a point where a partner’s life is more important than one’s own still recognised?
It was discovered that over 80 per cent of us cannot quite get the hang of programming devices or putting things together. In fact, I emerged with honours.
Long before the term political correctness had any meaning there was a richness to riposte that is sadly lacking in today’s patois. Those in the public eye often captured the headlines with a sneering wisecrack at an opponent. Newspaper editors too risked their readers’ wrath with an occasional […]
Unsurprisingly, the officer of the watch came through the wheelhouse door like Batman on steroids. With the glazed-eye look of an unhinged madman, his eyes rolling and soundlessly mouthing, Michael gathered he was saying something along the lines of, ‘What the frigging hell have you done, you half-witted bastard.’
Soon after becoming airborne, passengers and crew experienced the weightlessness you get when you are falling without a parachute. That is exactly what we or rather the airliners are doing.
I once told her I was sweating. She pulled me up on that one. ‘No Michael; horses sweat, men perspire, but we ladies just feel the heat.’
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