“I love you so much that it makes me want to cry. And sometimes I feel pathetic!”

He lay there looking into my eyes and, as I returned his gaze, the intensity of two loves meeting and colliding produced an electricity that was almost palpable.

It’s frightening how much he loves me and he commented that some might not be able to cope. But, whilst part of me wants to run away and hide, most of me just wants to suck it up, absorb it and then give it back to him with knobs on.

I have blossomed under the warmth of his feelings for me.

And, after so many years where I knew that the majority of his being did indeed love me, I had to endure the harsh utterances of his mouth, fuelled by the small portion of his brain that wanted a more traditional relationship – a proper girlfriend. I struggled then, forcing my way through the detritus of friends’ comments. They were all well-meaning. They cared about him and didn’t want him to get hurt, which seemed like the only outcome in such a twisted, tangled web. It wasn’t personal against me. They like me but their concern was for him.

So, to come to this point in my life where a man cannot contain the depth of his feeling for me and introduces me to anyone who will listen as ‘My Joanna’…

We smile at each other, our gaze locked together, as I explain my fears and he kisses me, telling me that this is the right answer and that we will work together to maintain the strength of our feelings for each other. Enjoy this mutual intensity.

Which is when the heat from his body and the feel of his skin against mine becomes too much.

Writhing my pelvis against his thigh and twisting his chest hair in my clenched fist, I feel the desire welling up inside me. Just as he loves me more than he has ever loved any woman, I want this man just as keenly. It is an uncontrollable lust that threatens to consume me if not satisfied forthwith. But the previous discomfort of his entrance fills me with fear.

Turning my back to him, we spoon and he slides easily inside me, the liquid evidence of my desire facilitating the penetration from a different angle, avoiding the area of delicate skin that still troubles me. Gentle thrusts building me towards the inevitable climax and then the knowledge that he too has come… inside me.

It is so long since we have orgasmed together that I cannot think to be concerned, just enjoying the moment as I squeeze the last drops out of him.

It has been eleven months since I was last troubled by Aunt Flo and I have my fingers crossed that I am moving into the next stage of being a woman.

And, with this man beside me, I intend to enjoy every last minute of it.

Originally posted 2010-10-08 10:17:33. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Mother and Child Reunion

It was 21 years ago today that I went into labour.

England had won the Grand Slam and my time as a DINKY was done.

Someone asked me recently if I resented the changes that childbirth had wrought upon my body and my life.

And yet I remember the often told rigours of that day with almost fondness.

It was a difficult birth for both of us.

In days gone by at least one of us would probably have died.

But, by the miracles of modern science, we both lived to tell the tale.

I think what I resent is that I never actually witnessed her arrival, although I was the first person to see her because they woke me from the anaesthetic to say hello.

It was love at first sight of her ski-slope nose and big blue eyes.

Even if, for everyone else, her appearance, wrapped in a blue blanket, was very confusing.

A situation which would set the tone for the rest of her childhood.

The cussed combination of two families – stubborn and wilful but with the kindest heart.

Slender, beautiful and determined to be independent, her refusal to bow to convention got her into lots of scrapes.

We have never had the most conventional of relationships but that only makes me want to protect her more.

So this mother and child reunion will be the last.

The beloved child is now a fully fledged woman with her own life and her own dreams.

And I am very proud of her.

Originally posted 2012-03-17 22:53:16. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

OverRated: Doctor-Patient Privilege and Teenagers

"doctor-patient-privilege"Almost five decades ago, when I was a child, medical treatment for children under the age of 18 would have required the consent of an adult parent or guardian because minors were not considered competent to make any such decision. Unless it was an emergency situation and no parent/guardian could be contacted (as was often the case in the days before mobile phones), when the medical staff on the spot would make any decisions on behalf of the youngster.

However, as I’ve grown up, political correctness has allowed the rights of minors to become paramount, permitting them to make their own decisions and choices about all sorts of matters pertaining to their health – be it physical, mental or sexual. And allowing children a few moments to speak to the doctor privately might stop some of the terrible incidents of abuse that we hear about in the media.

Back in the Dark Ages, when I turned 16, this change in the Law meant that I could obtain the contraceptive Pill and/or condoms from the local Family Planning Clinic without having to involve my parents.

On becoming a mum myself, I still support this ruling wholeheartedly. Even though my relationship with my daughter is far more open than the one I had shared with my own mother – she told me she was going to the clinic to discuss and procure her personal methods of contraception – for her friends, this ability probably prevented a lot of unwanted pregnancies and STDs.

However, I wonder how many other parents are aware of the rules regarding doctor-patient privilege when it is applied to adolescents who visit them for other, more serious matters.

Whilst most of us will have been well aware that contraception and abortion issues can be dealt with by medical professionals without recourse to the parents, did you also know that drugs for depression can be dished out on prescription to your child without your knowledge?."teenagers-and-depression"

It’s a difficult and very grey area. At 16, they are no longer children physically but, mentally, they still have a long way to go to reach full maturity. It isn’t rocket science to suggest that a teenager’s analysis of symptoms and situations is not always fuelled by a thorough assessment of all the facts.

To send a sleepless and depressed youngster away from the surgery armed with a prescription for a drug which has the side-effects of insomnia and suicide is worrying enough. To do so without being required to alert the people who are responsible for their day to day care is reprehensible

I would like to think that doctors take into account the rather skewed way that these young people perceive the world and their position in it. Hopefully, when they formulate their diagnosis, they acknowledge that the teenager’s diet will invariably be based regular fast-food and caffeine-heavy drinks, accompanied by a fair of amount of alcohol and narcotic consumption. None of this is going to promote good sleeping habits or a healthy metabolism. But, if questioned, these facts will probably be denied vehemently and, to the juvenile brain, it is not necessarily a falsehood, merely that their perception of their diet is that it is not unhealthy or that it does not affect their mood or insomnia.

I am sure that doctors and counsellors also take into account the hormonal imbalances, party animal syndrome and general ‘I want it now’ attitude of most teenagers.

I would hope that most doctors would warn explicitly about the dangers of combining any prescription medication with alcohol or any other social drug use and the fact that anti-depressants can cause drowsiness, so driving or operating machinery should not be undertaken.

But the most worrying part about this is that, if the parent does find out or is told by the child, if they call the surgery, they will not receive any information to help them to guide their child with the usage of the drug unless that child goes to the surgery and withdraws the confidentiality.

"living-with-teenagers"And then I think, well, is it really any different from being precluded from any say in a child’s contraceptive choices? 16 year olds are allowed the privilege of being treated as ‘mature minors’ who are able to give ‘informed consent’ to accepting such aids, even down to a surgical procedure like an abortion.

But at least the latter is performed in a hospital under the care of the medical professionals. When your child is out ‘clubbing’ on prescription medication and you have no control over their consumption of other extraneous substances, it is the stuff of nightmares…

… and the moment when you realise that your child has thrown off any parental restraints — with the full permission and collusion of that childhood authority figure, the local doctor.

OverRated/UnderRated Sunday

Originally posted 2010-07-25 11:39:25. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

When The Price Is Too High…

I discover that my children and my ex will all be going on holiday with my sister and her family… a week before they go.

Naturally, I call up to enquire of my sibling why I seem to be the last to know and try to explain that it is embarrassing and hurtful to learn about it through my ex.

Apparently, if she decides that my ex and my children need a holiday, then she will give them one.

And after all she has done for me financially, I am selfish to be questioning why… “but then you have always been selfish“.

It would seem that “having shrouded my life in mystery for the last ten years“, I really don’t have any right to wonder why they never tell me anything.

She has been incredibly generous financially but it seems that the gift came with an incredibly high rate of interest.

From her words, it would also appear that my extended family all feel that they know my ex better than me because they have seen more of him in the last decade.

Choices seem to have been made and sides taken.

… Back to therapy.

Originally posted 2012-08-03 10:06:20. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Casual Sex

Thinking back to those days pre-Ruf, I was out there looking for sex.

Well, actually, strictly speaking, I was looking for love. Just in all the wrong places.

In those days, the only internet sites available were dating sites. Not that that meant they were not places to procure sexual encounters. It just meant that you had to go through the charade of filling out a profile which gave the impression that you were looking for a relationship.

I had various newly-single female friends complaining bitterly that these sites were a waste of time if you were looking for anything more than just a casual sexual encounter… or a series of casual sexual encounters with the same man but with no strings or commitment.

As a married woman, I didn’t feel it was fair to put myself onto such a site.

So, what did I do?

Well, in fact, I used the various hobby forums of which I was a member to look for a suitable candidate.

He came into my life very quickly and needed no encouragement.  But, before we got to more than telephone sex,  he broke my heart and almost his marriage by falling in love.

So, it was back to the drawing board.

Most of the men who came into my sphere after that were also  married.  And, after my first experience, I didn’t feel comfortable chatting up a man with the sole purpose of making him doubt his own relationship.

Eventually I found a single man who seemed to fit the bill. Not someone that I might fall in love with, who might want me to leave my children.

He was incredibly shy and deliberately chosen because he was not very attractive… but I was determined.

He clearly found my own charms particularly seductive so I decided that he would be the one to take me through the infidelity barrier.

I know, I know, I can hear what you’re thinking. How cheaply did I sell myself…? But it was a means to an end.

After a courtship of several months, we reached the point where online sex was just not enough.

A date was set. Travel arrangements were made. A hotel was booked.

From the moment that I picked him up from the station in my car, I knew that I did not fancy him at all. But, at that point, it didn’t actually matter. So long as he had the hots for me, that would be enough.

We got to our room and began chatting. Alcohol was imbibed to break the ice.

There was kissing.

And then I removed my outer clothing to reveal Joanna Cake in her full glory.

Black lacy basque, suspenders and lace topped black stockings.

Standing on the bed, legs astride I had one eye on him and the other on my reflection in the mirror.

I looked stunning! Even with my anorexic brain, I remember thinking that.

I was 5’3 and about 100lbs. A slender form with big boobs, tiny waist and an extremely pert bottom.

He had seen it all before online but never in the flesh and he was clearly aroused.

We began kissing.

His hands went between my legs and he made me come.

My hand went between his to discover…

… Nothing!

Despite my best attentions, he just couldn’t keep it up. He was completely overwhelmed. And then he revealed that it was his first time.

Having said that, he may have been inexperienced but he kept me coming all night. In the morning, he apologised for his poor showing before asking if he could see me again.

I prevaricated.

I dropped him at the station knowing that I would never see him again.

But he struggled to take no for an answer.

He was not a stalker… but he could so easily have been.

A few years later, internet sites for people who wanted casual sex without the pretence of wanting commitment began to become available. Sites like XXX Sex Guides.

Now women don’t have to trawl the internet looking for suitable strangers and then going through all sorts of shenanigans to work out whether they will actually be able to perform on the night.

You can just sign up and put yourself in front of men in a particular area who are being honest about the fact that they are after the same thing.

It is now possible to have the fun without the fake and minus the fear that you might not both have the same goal in mind.

I wonder what it would have been like with such a man? Someone that I actually fancied. A man with experience who could have helped me to explore some of my darker imaginings… but no intention of turning it into something more permanent.

Perhaps I might even still be married…

Originally posted 2013-08-18 14:41:50. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Bear Meets Ruf

It was a curious moment as two of the most significant men in this story met in real life.

For those who may not remember Bear was the man who probably saved my life… and became the inspiration for several of my stories.

He dragged me back from the brink by the scruff of my neck and cajoled me into eating again purely with the force of his determined affection.

In a different place and a different time, things may well have worked out rather differently than that one unforgettable evening.

An encounter that was responsible for the conception of Ms Joanna Cake, a woman who had suddenly discovered that she actually enjoyed sex.

But it was Ruf who guided her to maturity and watched her fly.

So, seven years later, there they sat at the party, chewing the cud about a mutual interest.

Each very much aware of the importance of the other in my eyes.

One in white, the other in black – both shaping and moving their hands in the same martial fashion so that, even in my sober state, I was curiously aroused.

I watched them and, from time to time, one or other of them would meet my eye and smile.

Somehow I always knew that they would like each other.

But it was hard not to be overwhelmed with gratitude that someone had sent two such good men to look out for me.

Originally posted 2011-11-23 00:42:03. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

VAVs – the Volcanic Ash Victims

Over here, hospitals were in trouble this morning because so many of their staff were stranded abroad after the Easter holidays. In case you haven’t heard, thousands of travellers of all nationalities have had their plans disrupted.

British air space has been declared a no-go area with planes unable to take off or land because of fears that the volcanic ash cloud which has spread down from the eruption of Eyjafjallajokull in Iceland will clog up their motors.

Forced to have to spend extra days at their holiday destination, there is some confusion over whether any compensation will be payable. Some say it’s an ‘act of God’, whilst other representatives of ABTA, the Association of British Travel Agents, say that, under the rules those passengers are all entitled to have their accommodation, food and alternative travel arrangements reimbursed by the airline companies.

This morning, I’m sure I was not alone as I contemplated the fact that I could have had an extra day in bed tacked onto the end of my own holiday if only I’d been less honest.

Even my favourite Radio One DJ, Chris Moyles was marooned in New York and unable to get a studio set up to transmit his morning show until tomorrow, whilst the news bulletins talked of various celebs similarly stuck in London when they should have been elsewhere on their worldwide promotional junket. The whole world seems to have been affected and there is talk of support groups for VAVs – the Volcanic Ash Victims. Postulations were even made that British seaside resorts might be getting higher visitor numbers this summer because of the knock-on effect. We’ll see!

With the crisis entering its fifth day, naval warships have been despatched to bring home UK nationals from foreign climes and local news stations are commandeering large inflatables to get people back from across the Channel.

The news is that Scottish air space is being opened tomorrow and the big airports in the South should be able to start operating again some time late tomorrow afternoon but it remains to be seen if the volcano will get a second wind and start producing more ash in the future.

Whatever, those with asthma and other breathing problems, as well as those with hayfever, are advised to keep their inhalers and medications close by.

Originally posted 2010-04-19 20:10:36. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

e[lust] #7

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UncoilingI slip the blade between your hip and the fabric of the undergarment, and slide. The pretty thing splits easily, and the panty leg opens, revealing your skin underneath.

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I missed you…I could smell your cologne as I reached past you, key in my hand to unlock the door. That smell always set me off and you knew it. Your eyes told me what you wanted. You saw in mine what I couldn’t say out loud.

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Originally posted 2010-02-10 23:30:14. Republished by Blog Post Promoter


I was reading Marcelle’s piece on Golden Showers recently.

It reminded me of the time Ruf and I decided to try out that particular fantasy. I mean, it seemed harmless enough. He stood over me and started a little golden dribble. He had promised he would start with a few drips onto my body – just so I could see what it was like. Nothing too fetishist and it seemed to fit in with the whole D/s road upon which we had made our first tentative steps.

The drops landed, warm and wet, upon my belly and it didn’t seem too unpleasant so I let him continue. Unfortunately, neither of us had really thought this through properly, for the few drips became a puddle which quickly spread over my very small midriff until there was nowhere else to go but down… over the sides… onto the bed. And, of course, once started, the trickle gradually became a torrent that spattered onto the already overflowing pool and ricocheted spray even further beyond.

Ruf carried on regardless. I am advised it is rather difficult to stop mid-pee – although it is something all you guys should be working on as it exercises those important muscles that assist with the longevity of erections – but the pitter-patter of liquid splashing onto the sheet beside me succeeded in suppressing all my lustful urges and replaced them with ‘mother’ instincts. My concerned protestations didn’t seem to bother Ruf at all until I leapt up off the bed yelling and pushed him in the direction of the bathroom.

I have done enough bedtime lifting and potty training in my lifetime that I am not unfamiliar with all the problems related thereto. All I could think of was the mattress and the smell of stale urine that was going to be with us for some time if we didn’t do something about it promptly.

Dragging off the sheet and soaking up the splatters as best I could, I called for disinfectant and spent the next 20 minutes cleaning the mattress and then drying it with my hairdryer.

Needless to say, we have now invested in a waterproof mattress protector – just in case our desires take us in that direction in the future. Personally, I think if it’s going to be used in a D/s way, the jet really needs to go somewhere much more debasing than my belly and I’m not sure I’m quite ready to be that demeaned.

Having recounted a much shorter version of this story in the comments box on Marcelle’s piece, I pressed the submit button and was faced with the word verification screen.

I kid you not, the required letters were:


Is it me or does everyone else hate having to type in those sets of letters to verify my existence?

On some other blogs there is a simple maths problem like 3+65 to which you have to supply the answer. It’s not Countdown, but I far prefer to do that than type in interminable combinations of vowels and consonants. Except when I misunderstand the instructions and get the answer wrong. The resulting message of disappointment at the failure of my mathematical skills can be most depressing.

Originally posted 2008-04-20 04:19:00. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Bodies Revealed

At the very end of 2009, Ruf and I went to see the Bodies Revealed Exhibition.

For both of us, it was a very revealing and illuminating experience, particularly given our recent conversion to the wonderful world of yoga.

To be able to see the relationship between all the muscles and tendons was so useful, especially as all the bodies were in ‘active’ positions.

Everything had been treated with the Polymer Preservation Process, which means that the tissues look as if they are still normal flesh but in reality have been sort of fossilised in silicon.

Since the first of Gunther von Hagans’ exhibitions back in 1995, Body Worlds, along with its many derivatives, has received a lot of publicity, some good and some bad because of the source of the exhibits. When I mentioned to Softboy that I was going to see it, he said that he had really wanted to go but refused to do so when he was told that the bodies were those of Chinese political prisoners. I don’t know the exact truth about their origins and I tried to put thoughts like that out of my mind and just learn as much as I could from what I was seeing.

According to my research, this accusation was first levelled back in 2006 and was strenuously denied. Certainly, the Bodies Revealed website says that the cadavers were all willingly donated to the scientific community and this is something that a lot of people do have written into their Wills. It’s a bit like organ donation, I suppose, because giving your body up for medical research will preserve lives in the future.

A physiotherapist friend, who went on a course that utilised cadavers to help the students to learn exactly how the body works, told me that the bodies were treated with the utmost respect because being able to use them is such a huge gift to the living.

He said that to see a human body, complete with its fascia – the envelope of connective flesh that runs beneath the skin and links all the constituent parts of the body together – was amazing. In all the anatomy books, this section has been removed so that the muscles and tendons are not obscured. And yet the fascia is just as important as those more obvious connectors.

In certain relaxation poses, the pressure of the fascia on the brain caused by the positioning of the legs acts as a massage and this helps to stimulate the feel good endorphins which allow the person to truly enter a totally relaxed state.

Having tried the position myself, which is similar to the ‘recovery position’, I can vouch for the general sense of well being that ensues.

I had been forewarned about the section on the unborn child. The glass jars, in various sizes depending upon the developmental stage of their sad contents, was simultaneously fascinating and upsetting, given the procedure that I was forced to undergo a couple of years ago. But, with Ruf’s arm around me… and I guess that’s the real difference from that horrible time… I was able to reflect and learn, with just a silent prayer for all those babies. In some of the samples, it was possible to see the defect that had stopped their journey into the real world.

For more information about the exhibition and the processes involved in preparing the bodies themselves, click here

Originally posted 2010-01-08 20:59:00. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

OverRated: Call Centres

In days gone by, Call Centres seemed to be staffed exclusively by Scotsmen who had me eating out of the palm of their hand and purchasing whatever good deal it was they had to offer. Purely because of the effect of their dulcet tones. But then things changed.

The irritation of trying to communicate with someone who has English as a second language when you are trying to explain something quite complicated and it is obvious that they do not understand you, compounded by the fact that you cannot totally comprehend which words they are using because they are so heavily distorted. Whereas, face to face, such an exchange might have been charming because of my love of accents, over the medium of the telephone, it is just an annoyance. Particularly when it is going to cost you money if you do not sort out the computer’s misunderstanding and get the terms of the agreement correct.

It makes me very cross because I have several friends with English as a second language but they are totally fluent – I suppose having lived here for some years has something to do with it. But it is an important point and the reason why Call Centres should be located at least in the country they are serving, if not the county.

I don’t know who it was who came up with the idea of outsourcing as far away as other continents to save money but I would like to give them a good smack. Apart from the fact that they deprived people here of valuable jobs, which in this current economic crisis with all the redundancies from manufacturing and retail sectors, has proved to be a very silly decision, the information that they need (especially if it is a letter you have written explaining what has occurred) has not always been uploaded onto the computer screens so they are trying to sort out your problem without all the relevant information. In some cases, it’s almost worse than dealing with a computer because the frustration levels are even higher. To be dealing with a sentient being who is making decisions based on only half the facts, is clearly quoting at you passages from the Company manual which do not actually relate to your case in words upon which you are having to concentrate extremely hard just to decipher is beyond irritating. It is particularly trying when it relates to medical matters, which are complicated enough already without having language issues.

So many of our banking, credit card and utility companies seem to have taken this route and, with call centres here closing left, right and centre, it seems criminal that the telephone operators who have been made redundant cannot be taken on by those companies who currently use the skills of foreign workers abroad. It cannot be right that the British taxpayer is left to pay benefits to unemployed people with the same abilities.

And what gets my goat even more than any of that is the fact that in most cases you have to dial an 0845 or 0870 number to get through to them in the first place and then are kept holding at your own expense – with the additional irritant of knowing that some of that money is actually refunded to the Company concerned. And don’t give me those 0844 (Lo-cost) numbers. I’m still having to pay because they haven’t got a proper landline with one of the National numbers that is included in my phone package! You just know what my OverRated in four weeks time is going to cover now, don’t you?

Customer Service has all gone horribly wrong.


Originally posted 2009-02-06 16:39:00. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Pleasurists #54

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Editor’s Pick

  • LELO Ella by Victoria
  • People may have no idea just how much pleasure and perfect g-spot stimulation that unassuming hunk of silicone provides. (Those fools!)

    Also, you may want to use Ella as a pretend phone, or let your other toys argue with your cats about it. Just a little suggestion of my own.

    Note: While there were many wonderful reviews this week and the EP was a difficult choice I was won over by the wonderfully amusing and fantastic pictures that accompany this review. Talk bubbles, kitties, and attempts to use a sex toy as a phone (among other amusing antics) set the review apart while the text gives you more of the usual toy information. I love it.

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Originally posted 2009-11-22 06:11:00. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

One Month Before Heartbreak

"one month before heartbreak"I received the email about One Month Before Heartbreak on Saturday and it is a campaign that I am very keen to support.

Disability benefit is a much-maligned sector of our society with a variety of colourful stories of cheats and frauds. However, there are a huge number of claimants for whom it is a necessity and who have successfully navigated the fraught waters involved with just successfully completing the form.

And yet, were it not for my friend Benefit Scrounging Scum, I probably would not be aware even be aware of how difficult it actually is to claim these benefits, nor how vital they are for the every day survival of ordinary people, who have had the misfortune to contract a debilitating illness like, for example, Multiple Sclerosis or become wheelchair-bound through an accident.

These are not scroungers or frauds but honest folk, who just want the ability to be warm and fed, whilst they deal with the symptoms and effects of their health problem. At a time when the public purse is feeling the pinch, it is too easy to make cuts in areas where there will be lesser publicity and vocal resistance. Let those economies be made in the salaries of the fatter cats.

Please sign the petition.

Today is Day 2 of One Month Before Heartbreak the blogswarm awareness raising campaign being run by Emma Crees of The Broken Of Britain, supported by CarerWatch and Community Care Magazine. Already over 6500 page views of the OMBH blog, and The Guardian article about DLA cuts was amongst their top 5 blog posts. With just a little more effort we can push this into the consciousness of the mainstream media and get some real attention to the cuts affecting disabled people and carers.

Please, spread the word. Sign the petition. Share OMBH links on facebook, twitter, diggit, stumble etc.

“Alone we whisper. Together We shout”

Originally posted 2011-01-17 11:48:45. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Movie Clip Wednesday – Who Didn’t Get An Oscar?

MRM chose a more difficult topic for this week’s theme.

Unable to think of any off the top of my head, I am indebted to the Daily Mail for providing me with this list of the top ten films that should have won an Oscar.

Reading through, I am totally astonished by some of those listed as these are some of my favourite films of all time.

1. The Shawshank Redemption

2. The Sixth Sense

3. Fight Club

4. Blade Runner

5. It’s a Wonderful Life

5. The Great Escape

7. Taxi Driver

7. Psycho

9. Singin’ in the Rain

10. Dr Strangelove

And they haven’t included Jaws, ET or The Empire Strikes Back.

It’s too hard to choose between the first two, which are both chilling and uplifting at the same time.

"MovieClip Wednesday"

Originally posted 2010-06-30 05:03:23. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

John Forsythe – Charlie’s Angels and Dynasty

I was sad to read the news that John Forsythe had died from complications relating to pneumonia after battling cancer for some time.

I grew up with a soundtrack on which his voice was a major factor.

First, disembodied and distorted through a speaker phone on the original Charlie’s Angels with Farrah Fawcett, Jaclyn Smith and Kate Jackson.

And then as Blake Carrington in Dynasty with Linda Evans as his second wife, Krystle, and the inimitable Joan Collins as Alexis, the bitch who had been the first Mrs Carrington.

His distinctive diction, good looks and suave manner had seen him build a large repertoire of work on celluloid and the small screen, as well as in the theatre, beginning back in 1943 and culminating in the Dynasty Reunion in 2006. That same year, he was diagnosed with colorectal cancer.

Speaking of her father, his daughter, Brooke Forsythe said: “He died as he lived his life, with dignity and grace.”

Originally posted 2010-04-03 05:38:56. Republished by Blog Post Promoter