That term I spent at college in Sussex I bought joss sticks from a shop called Spiritual Moon cos my room reeked.

The girl in the shop was quite interesting about comparative religion and we became friendly and went for drinks sometimes and she played an illuminated Danfive Xeron acolyte with a double-ended warhammer. Her name was Cherry Ledojo and things went wrong.

I wish I’d just opened a window instead.

I was five when my mum first took me to Cov Odeon. I remember thinking “I’ll never top that”. And I never did.

Love & Light,

Dawn x

Picture by markhillary_Odeon cinema Muswell Hill

I’m wondering if Tina’s ‘The Road to Me’ will be sort of like Mad Max or more like Driving Miss Daisy. Maybe a bit of both.

Actually, that’s a good idea. A film about the post-apocalyptic chauffeur of a thousand-year-old woman who is the only person who can remember how things were before a disastrous event.

He has to protect her precious knowledge at all costs from massive gangs of robots, zombies and mutants.

That’s brilliant.

To be honest i’ve been fretting over conversing with high-brow arty types but I’have hit upon a plan - I’ll simply remain mute.

I’ll probably be accepted as enigmatic but if questionned, I’ll explain it away as a political protest.

Love & light

Dawn X

Back to Blighty. I return to England with mixed emotions.

For one, there are still siblings to meet in other countries; interesting characters, that for now, may not feature in my documentary.

On the other hand, I’ll be able to nip into Waitrose for my favourite Potato salad.

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I love Ian - goodness knows I do - but my word, he conceals razor sharp
tongue in that docile looking head.

His calm features do nothing to suggest the savage cruelty that he’s capable of. He’s like a human sea.

Love & Light

Dawn x

picture by Laenulfean_wolves

Something feels out of sorts in the cosmos.

Things - including me - feel a bit uncontrolled. Even nature looks wrong.

Cherry Ledojo, the man in the windmill and a late night dash to Holland – this is exciting.

Although I didn’t get any dinner and I don’t think those wiener’s and Pelvus sauce agree with me.

Michael J Knight

I can’t say I’m a fan of the sauce, a little to rich for my taste but Wim’s a charismatic man.

I’m definitely re-visiting the polo neck/ suit jacket combo when I get home.

Michael J Knight

Many people ask me what my brother Wim is really like – I tell them this: He’s a magician. Not in a rabbit-in-a-hat/dove-down-your-trousers way – in that he makes the mundane magical.

This morning he noticed I was bilious and handed me milk of magnesia – not in a glass but an ornate fez.

Love & Light,

Dawn x

A celebrity sibling, well at least in Germany. I still can’t work out if that’s a wink or a tick.

Michael J Knight

I’m never sure if an isolated car park is the ideal place to meet a stranger.

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I love sauce. Ask anyone. Last time I did a big shop, I bought pickle. I knew then that condiments would play a key role in my life. I love being proved right.

Love & Light,

Dawn x

I’m not sure I could handle being famous, with my face up everywhere and everybody pouring sauce out of it.

At best, I might be able to handle renown, like if I got a role-playing supplement published. Fingers crossed.

If Ian hadn’t have bought those trousers where would we be?

A kind twist of fate – yes, but I’m not sitting next to him in the car if those trousers retain their charge.

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