Well the Buskers have gone. Adios. I think juggling is soporific, but big loves to the gymnast and contortionists – you rule pretzel people and elastogirls.

La Carmina, the Gothic Lolita blog, has a posting on Marten Baas’s Gothic burned furniture.

SS and I were discussing the merits of the song Ode to Billy Joe by Bobbie Gentry. We were listening to a cover version by Sinead O’Connor. Which led on to trying to remember another sinister song about “down by the river” etc etc. Turns out we were thinking of this classic: “Hazard” by Richard Marx.

I have a theory – BURIAL = ROBBIE WILLIAMS. Possible??

Tuberose might just be the sexiest flower evah evah:

Tuberose signifies death, danger and pleasure. It’s slippery and ragged, glamorous and wild beyond measure, with not a skerrick of modesty. It’s the Francisco Goya of fragrance, like reading Charles Baudelaire or drinking aged sauternes. Roja Dove, a British perfume specialist, noted in The Independent newspaper that, “Tuberose is the most carnal of the floral notes. It smells like very, very hot flesh after you’ve had sex – that’s the bottom line.”

Egads.

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