‘Let no man boast himself that he has got through the perils of winter, till at least the seventh of May.’
Anthony Trollope 1815 -1882
So only seven days to go then.
‘Let no man boast himself that he has got through the perils of winter, till at least the seventh of May.’
Anthony Trollope 1815 -1882
So only seven days to go then.
Let’s celebrate this season
It’s springtime at last
So far, we’ve had heat waves
And cold winter blasts
A spiritual awakening
A time for hope
A moment for faith
An era for growth
While we may not have sun
That’s warm enough to burn
The cycle of life
Has finally returned
There’s a bitter side to spring
Many people get depressed
Overwhelmed by expectations
To be their very best
Spring is when many
Mental battles are fought
And not just at Christmas
As is commonly thought
For some, spring is often
When morale takes a dive
It is also when people
Take their own lives
Outside is now thriving
But inside not so
The heart may be frozen
And cold just like snow
When I was summer
I resisted spring
But now I’m in Autumn
It’s a wonderful thing
I hope that they see
Through the dark and the grey
A light shining through
To a brighter day
I pray that all
Of the shadows are chased
For those who can’t smile
When the sun strokes their face.
-Sue Young
My 18 year old daughter got a job
as a magicians assistant
But one day came home
Sobbing
The magician had ‘too many hands’
“He’s like an octopus,” she said
and More Besides, but
She Wouldn’t Tell
And I delved into The Magic Circle
Learned some tricks
And armed with a rusty saw
Went to see the magician
And made him Vanish Into Thin Air
-Sue Young
I wrote this just lately but it is based on a real experience that happened twenty years ago. I was 26 and a colleague of mine was 18. We were both on a drama course and were given the opportunity to apply for a job as a magician’s assistant. I was going to apply but at the last moment had misgivings, can’t imagine why and I didn’t apply. The 18 year old girl applied and got the job very quickly and easily…
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My 18 year old daughter got a job
as a magicians assistant
But one day came home
Sobbing
The magician had ‘too many hands’
“He’s like an octopus,” she said
and More Besides, but
She Wouldn’t Tell
And I delved into The Magic Circle
Learned some tricks
And armed with a rusty saw
Went to see the magician
And made him Vanish Into Thin Air
-Sue Young
I wrote this just lately but it is based on a real experience that happened twenty years ago. I was 26 and a colleague of mine was 18. We were both on a drama course and were given the opportunity to apply for a job as a magician’s assistant. I was going to apply but at the last moment had misgivings, can’t imagine why and I didn’t apply. The 18 year old girl applied and got the job very quickly and easily. Perhaps a little too quickly and easily. I was really pleased for her but at the audition, he asked her to take her top and bra off. It was that kind of magicians assistant. She didn’t do as he asked and she didn’t take up the job as a result. I was both surprised and relieved that she hadn’t done as he asked because she was so niave and had injured instincts and let men paw her left, right and centre normally. (I’ve been there myself, so I know) So glad that she took a stand on that one. I’m pretty sure it was touch and go. Just remember feeling protective and upset as a result. And it’s only now as a wiser woman, with a wisdom and a confidence and an anger, that I didn’t have at the time, that I feel I would actually take some revenge. Or at least entertain the thought. Maybe not revenge but some action. And I’m sorry that I was too young or too selfish at the time to do that. She may not have been my daughter, but she could have been and as an older, wiser woman looking back, those feelings rise up now.
And that’s where it comes from.
‘Tried to write a startlingly new and original, brilliantly funny and thought-provoking piece for Python. Did this by staring out of the window, playing with paper clips and shutting my eyes for long periods,’
Michael Palin – Diary Entry- Friday 7th March 1980 Halfway To Hollywood. Volume Two. Diaries 1980-88