Search Engine Deliveries

These are the most common terms people have used to find this blog in the last week: Brad Pitt in Thelma and Louise Lace knickers Chinese train porn Sexy wet t-shirt naughty Sexy group sex pictures Psycho blood spatter Monster sex sins I am perturbed. I prefer to think of myself as literate, intelligent, thoughtContinue reading “Search Engine Deliveries”

All My Trains (Chinese train part 3)

Previously on Trains of Our Lives, our fair heroine (me) survived a death-defying descent from the upper berth of her miniscule train compartment. She has just made it through a trip to the filthiest loo on five continents. Today’s episode is once again brought to you by haemorrhoid cream, incontinence pads and of course, ointmentContinue reading “All My Trains (Chinese train part 3)”

Trains of our Lives (Chinese train part 2)

It occurs to me the saga of the train ride to Xian was so full of melodrama, angst, chance encounters, intrigues and things that weren’t what they seemed to be – it qualifies as a full-blown soap opera. Today’s episode, is therefore brought to you by your favourite haemorrhoid cream, the latest improvement in incontinenceContinue reading “Trains of our Lives (Chinese train part 2)”

Hell is other people

I’ve got to stop waxing philosophical – last week Camus and I were butting heads and this week I find myself tortured by Sartre. I don’t fancy myself conversant on either but apparently they are fascinated by me. I prefer my personal philosophy – “The One True Way.” However, despite its catchy title and obviousContinue reading “Hell is other people”

Everything is Illuminated

This flick came out in 2005. But great movies, like great books, great songs  – any great work of art, deserve to be revisited every so often. I see probably 300 movies a year and four years on, this one still plays in my mind as vividly as the first time I saw it. IContinue reading “Everything is Illuminated”

The serial killer in my living room

Okay, the entire unmitigated truth about the serial killer in my living room. That’s right, in my living room, two days before the Rochester city cops and the Monroe County sheriff and the big boys from the FBI figured out who’d been sweeping the streets of the Flour City of common working girls, leaving theirContinue reading “The serial killer in my living room”