On 24th August 2014, one of our longstanding members, affectionately called Lady Pamela, held her Arty Farty Party. One of its, also longstanding, members, Val J Chapman, performed her poem, “And All That Jazz” (see Poetry menu) and you can find the video on Facebook in Val Chapman’s timeline:
I trust you are well, dear brother, and looking forward to meeting up with us once more in a few weeks’ time. However, although your visit is now imminent, I felt I had to write to you beforehand to make you aware of a few developments which have taken place over here in Adelaide since we last saw you.
The last time you came over, I felt that you bonded really well with Otis, who was still only five at the time, moreso than with Poppy, who was then seven (you were always a man’s man). However, since that time we gradually became aware that Otis had become a little subdued and withdrawn, far more than was normal for him; he had always been a very sociable and outgoing little boy, as you know. We also noticed that he began to play with Poppy’s dolls quite a lot, instead of his own football or Lego. And even more lately, he has really taken an interest in clothes and dressing up, particularly in wigs.
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Each month these writers and their colleagues will travel beyond the other side of the sun to bring back songs and stories and poems from all across the universe.
There is no sadder, yet strangely more satisfying in sight, than the gambler on a winning streak. You know, and he knows, it’s time to call it a day and pocket his winnings. Instead he insists on one final roll of the dice, and hurls them with a flourish. They hit the back wall and come to rest, grinning at him with two ones; snake eyes, and all is lost. We smile, secretly.