How about I write an autobiographical book with this title, and make no bones about it? My recurring memories of old boy friends seem to have had a good reception here, and I'm sure there are plenty more to be dug up.
Of course, to be fair, it would have to start with my father, with perhaps a quick backward look at my grandfathers; and then my younger brother. And at this end of my life there are four sons and four grandsons - (sorry, granddaughters!).
But in between, and outside the family: oh boy! what recollections of romance, what moments of madness, what purple passions, what electrifying experiments, what melancholy mistakes, and what sighs of sadness. (Wasn't that fun? I love alliteration, however vulgar a tool it may be.)
Regrets? No. I'm with Edith Piaf here - me and 'The Little Sparrow', we regret nothing.
Monday, October 23, 2006
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Can't wait for the "purple passions and electrifying experiments" Judith!
To be honest, I'm not sure I can make good on the "electrifying experiments" - I think I just got carried away by the alliteration! But I'll have a think about it.
I'm with Frank Sinatra... had a few but too few to mention.
I'm sure the book would be a stonking read :-)
Alliteration aside (couldn't help myself), this promises to be a smashing success!
(Purple passions? Jumping Jehosephat, Judith!)
I did not know alliteration is vulgar, but regrets? Well, they may be.
It was fun ! But not always especially at work. Laws against sexual harrassements didn't exist ! But I digged out an old story of a "hunted" Boss for whom I worked and that was really fun !
If you like to read it go to my writer cramps blog.
The "horrendous dictionary" is the well known WIKIPEDIA ! So I am innocent and certainly not a mistake(lol) !
My Boss finally was a poor guy, he had no character at all and what he liked was that I were so much stronger than him. His wife and me were good friends. Sounds strange but at that time I didn't worry about "strange" things. I were just 24 !
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