Dee Jayne Walker.

I haven't quite decided if it's Thomas Harris's writing, or Anthony Hopkins acting, which makes Hannibal Lecter, possibly the scariest movie villain of all time: it's probably a combination of both. Though the success of the character is really what makes it scary. This is a certified multiple murderer, who has no qualms about skinning a man's face to use as a mask, or killing a musician for playing badly.  And yet at the end of the film somehow we are rooting for him as he plans to have 'Dr Chilton for dinner.' Lecter is an obnoxious murdering sociopath who we end up liking despite ourselves. So much so, he spawned 2 sequels, a prequel, and a TV series. Now that is scary.

I try not to be unsettled, By a snuffly spring cold. But their a drag to be honest Make me feel a little  old. With each year that passes Its just that little bit tighter breathing in, across my chest, thinking I'd rather be bighter. Mortality creeping up on me Though determined to plod on, Sometimes times I'd rather rest An old ones stillness to don. So I'm curling up in bed So I'm rested not vexed By all those  unknown  tests The world would send me next.

I seriously considered retitling this, "Some things just don't turn out the way one imagined, and are much harder to than one thinks." If you don't know who Rosemary Almond and Adam Susan are; then read the graphic novel the film is 'based' on. Confession time, I don't have a copy of the graphic novel, though I used to, it was 'borrowed' and I never saw it again.  So I can't remember how David Lloyd depicts this event. I have tried to reference Lloyd's artwork, and I rendered it in Black and White since I know Alan Moore liked the original B/W version of the graphic Novel.

I thought one of the images I produced for Part 3 of 'The UFO in my Garden' story needed a better background.  So here it is.

A grey sky looms over  The black branches Of leafless winter trees Crows and jackdaws Roost upon pylons As if waiting for some medieval battle to begin.  And I think on what wars This land has seen. Pointless struggles Over religion or greed Or a woman's hand Sold for power by a father Not worthy of the name For ages past Again and again, And in my lifetime We have glimpsed the promise Of an end to such foolishness. A light of democratic Transition of power. Where blood Does not stand In service as a Ballot. And yet across the world There are men Who wield their  guns and swords and their hate and fear. in defence of the power these weapons bring. And all I can think Is we must stand ready Must stand to arms. For if we are not wary The madness will begin again. And those who feast Will be the crows and the jackdaws. And I find Tears Well in my eyes. 

My cover version of Wish You Were Here By Pink Floyd. With some help from my daughters camera work.  

Click here to read  All Parts The next day I decided I had to just get on with life, though I had enjoyed the meals that Geraldine 'synthesised' in Snixat's ship, I felt the need to look after myself. For all the excitement of the previous day, having a real life UFO in my garden had turned out more like having a hippy squatting in my garden shed, rather than the blockbuster movie that I had imagined in my head. I left the house and locked the door behind me, turned around, and was confronted by Jamie from three doors up, who was leaning on his bike. "What you hiding in your garden?" he asked, with his usual admirably direct, but profoundly irritating manner. My immediate reaction was denial, but on past experience Jamie generally took a denial as confirmation. So I took a less direct approach, "What makes you think I'm hiding anything in my garden?" I asked, and started walking down the road to the corner shop. "You've had the sam...