Melancholia & Dark Obsessions

Remember Not . . .

Sharp and sudden, the cruel slash of searing pain
begins to fade yet forms the deepest scar.
Smouldering gut wrenching embers burn mouth dry
and storms torrential ashen eyes
for a love that lasts and lingers long.
And when there is time to remember
what used to and may yet still be
think only of the beauty that was had
not loves tragic mournful loss
but only of summer days of rapture warm,
the lustful nights of wild abandon
when crazed and foolish lovers blind
were lost in loves unbridled passion.
Remember not sad words we spake in anger
but smiles sweet and kisses warm
the tender touch that true love knows
deep in the fiery burning soul.
Remember this and think perhaps not badly
of one who loved perhaps too much
with madness exquisite to love so madly
but shreds and tears the bleeding heart.
As Summer fades and turns to Autumn’s fall
of burnished leaves and rain’s warm tears
remember if only once the Spring of love
that warms the heart in Winter’s bitter years.

Wytchewoode

Mischievous yet kind-hearted, sprightly and lithe, Viktoria was well-liked in the community where she lived. Rarely a moment passed when she would not make someone smile with happiness. The Elven Viktoria lived on the outskirts of town with Petri, one of the Tall Ones, in a compact though well designed bydlet and, while proud of her Elven heritage, Viktoria would style her short, thick hair to always cover her pointed Elven ears so as not to stand out too much among the Tall Ones of Czecklish. Once a week she would spend some brief time in the local solarium to darken her naturally pale complexion. But Elf she was and clearly so, slight of stature with big beautiful dark blue eyes. Viktoria’s family lived some distance away in the North West of Checklish. Her mother a young looking and ample breasted woman of almost fifty, quick witted as was her daughter was of good humour. Father was more of a mystery and lived among the men of the town spending more time than was good for him drinking beer, a common and popular habit among the Czecklish that the Elven folk had easily adopted. Her brother, larger than the average Elf, was a train driver, a profession highly prized among the Elven and everyday he drove the enormous, old chugging diesel trains the length and breadth of the small Czecklish lands.

Viktoria worked hard and played harder yet her life was not completely happy. Sexually unfulfilled – the younger Elven are very fond of the course bumping and grinding of hips – her one year relationship with Petri was at its close. Elves and Tall Ones a good match do not make and it was that on her twenty ninth birthday, Viktoria’s life would take an unexpected turn. Celebrating in the local bar with Petri and many friends Viktoria revelled in the male attention. Flitting lightly on her feet here and there around the bar, taunting and flirting with the men, her eyes would catch their gaze and tantalisingly run away. On that long spring night, the bright candlelight and loud merriment caught the eyes and ears of a passing stranger who, curious and thirsty for the fine Czecklish beer, wandered into the bar and took up a seat and began to carefully observe the merry-making. The stranger, an Elder Wizard from Avalon in the cold north, guided by the ancient Runes, had travelled far from his birth place seeking a new home and had found among the Czecklish a curious and fond camaraderie. Also fond of the fine Czecklish beer, the Elder Wizard, slightly intoxicated and absorbed by the atmosphere sent across the bar a birthday drink for Viktoria knowing full well that etiquette dictates she would personally thank him. And so it was, a few moments later, accompanied by Petri, the diminutive Viktoria bounced gratefully into the tall Elder Wizards presence and thanked him with a cheeky smile. Despite his vast learning and wisdom, the language of Czecklish was not for the Elder Wizard so easy and in return Viktoria understood little and spoke even less his native Celtic tongue. But communicate they did and thus was born their beginning.

Over the next few weeks the Elder Wizard would frequent the bar and flirt outrageously with the vivacious Elf. Each time his eyes set upon Viktoria his heart would pound and when she caught his merry gaze her eyes would smile. After a short while a bargain was struck and the Elder Wizard, a fine teacher, began to tutor Viktoria in his native Celtic tongue and so once or twice a week they sat with heads together over the books of words and would teach and learn and laugh and yes, begin to love. Elder Wizards, though they are wise beyond men are said to be fools in love and so fall in love he did with Viktoria. But the Elven heart is made of sterner stuff and it would be quite some while before she fully gave her heart to him but give it she did. Although Elder Wizards are born of the Tall Ones, their quick intelligence, vast wisdom and prodigious love-making skills make for younger Elven women an ideal mate.

It is often said in the Bookes of Lore “Take for yourself an Elf for a wife and you shall both be happy until the end of life”

The Man Rules
At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down

Finally, the guys’ side of the story. We always hear ‘the rules’ from the female side. Now here are the rules from the male side.

These are our rules!

Please note.. these are all numbered ’1 ‘ ON PURPOSE!

1. Men are NOT mind readers.

1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You’re a big girl. If it’s up, put it down.
We need it up, you need it down. You don’t hear us complaining about you leaving it down.

1. Sunday sports It’s like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.

1. Crying is blackmail.

1. Ask for what you want.
Let us be clear on this one:
Subtle hints do not work!
Strong hints do not work!
Obvious hints do not work!
Just say it!

1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.

1.. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That’s what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.

1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 Days.

1. If you think you’re fat, you probably are. Don’t ask us.

1.. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one

1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. Not both.
If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.

1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.

1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.

1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.  Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.

1. If it itches, it will be scratched.. We do that.

1. If we ask what is wrong and you say ‘nothing,’ We will act like nothing’s wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.

1. If you ask a question you don’t want an answer to, Expect an answer you don’t want to hear.

1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine… Really.

1. Don’t ask us what we’re thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball or motor sports.

1. You have enough clothes.

1. You have too many shoes.

1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!

1. Thank you for reading this. Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight. But did you know men really don’t mind that? It’s like camping.

Pass this to as many men as you can - to give them a laugh.

Pass this to as many women as you can - to give them a bigger laugh

Ah well, a couple of days work design and painting.

From this:

Blank canvass

To this:

Art Deco earring display

When Victoria views a room to let with her boyfriend little did she know she would be Meeting Mr. Manners.

Victoria, a Fine Art student and her boyfriend are looking to rent a room. When the view an available room they meet the very strange and quirky Mr Manners, who is looking for lodgers

Directed by Danielle L. Alencar

The Matrix Interrogation Scene

Directed by Simone Scott, TVU

Freedom of choice truly sets us free but binds us to the onerous shackles of self-responsibility

Ingrid Pitt Queen of Horror

Known to  many of us die-hard Horror fans as the Queen of Horror, Ingrid Pitt will always be remembered for her roles in “The Wicker Man” (1973) and in the erotic horror films “The Vampire Lovers” (1970) and “Countess Dracula” (1971) but this belies her often underrated ability as an actress.

Born Ingoushka Petrov in Poland in 1937 to a mother of Jewish descent, Pitt was interned in a Nazi concentration camp during World War Two at the age of five — an experience she recounted in her autobiography “Life’s a Scream.”

Underrated as both an actress and a writer, Pitt was a warm but stubbornly enigmatic figure,” said Marcus Hearn, a historian of Hammer horror movies and a friend of the actress.

She told an interviewer in 2006 that she did not particularly enjoy watching horror movies.

I was in a concentration camp as a child and I don’t want to see horror,” Pitt said. “I think it’s very amazing that I do horror films when I had this awful childhood. But maybe that’s why I’m good at it.

Shortly after her 73rd birthday, Pitt collapsed on her way to a fan event in London and died of heart failure in a South London hospital yesterday (Tuesday, 23rd November 2010).

Sadly missed and always remembered, Ingrid Pitt , Queen of Horror (1937-2010).

Spine cast & crew, Woodmill Studios, Bermondsey

Spine the film

Spine filming is complete, thankfully since it was shot over some very cold nights (and VERY early mornings) at the Woodmill Studios, Neckinger Depot, Bermondsey, and now in post-production. Spine the film (See Photo).

Many thanks to all who helped out, especially for the very welcome hot meals and endless cups of tea provided by Amber

Matrix interrogation scene filmed at Middelesex University under the directorship of Simone Scott … many thanks to the crew and other actors, a fun day. Looking forward to receiving a copy.

I’m also looking forward to seeing the final cut of “The Interview” directed by John Robert Feifer at the Central Film School London. Screening on Friday, 26th November.

Also on Friday, before the screening of “The Interview”, I’ll be on location with Production 3 cast and crew from the London College of Communication filming “Replica”, set in the near future when, after the death of a child, cloning is possible and the possible consequences of this.

Many thanks also to Marco Mignone, photographer, for the studio work on my head shots. Finally, I can replace my photo at CastiongCallPro where I look like Uncle Fester of the Addams Family.
Marco Mignone Photography

Thursday, 25th November I’ll be Mervyn, a solid, working class Welshman attending his first Exhibition at a Gallery. Written and directed by Andrew Duffus, “The Gallery” is a sly comical swipe at the pretensions of conceptual art.