Love

I’ve had lots of lovely weekends away, these gorgeous fun times are not what has got me back chatting here after a very sketchy year for blogging on my part.

Work has been leisurely and interesting, nothing to offer there. The weather has been predictably unpredictable, that is, mostly not great.

The expected shenanigans of the up coming elections here in Britain and in the USA, alongside the trump’s thirty plus convictions likewise have not driven me to share my thoughts.

No, what has me scribbling here today is the news that Rupert Murdoch has just got married…….again. Now I know that some folks can’t understand how he has racked up five marriages. Many couldn’t understand why Jerry Hall married him due to his dilapidated state, but I saw Mick Jagger at relatively close quarters back in the eighties and even then he was right crinkly and wizened. So for her I’m not sure Rupe was any much more grisly a prospect than her erstwhile pop star hubby. His fifth wife’s name suggests that she may be Russian. Although almost thirty years younger than the groom, the bride isn’t entirely age inappropriate being in her late sixties.

News of their marriage brought to mind some advice offered to a group of home students by a Russian who had recently come to Britain to complete her studies. It’s a hot tip that I got the impression is given out at regularly in the Russian educational system. I couldn’t swear to that. Maybe some of you might wish to apply it, there may be many who do not.

Remember I offer this in a spirit of helpfulness.

So here it is, in response to the complaints of a group of girls about their useless and cash strapped boyfriends, their new Russian friend said “ I don’t know what is wrong with you English girls, you know, you can just as easy fall in love with a rich man as a poor one”

This approach to love can be dangerous/disappointing/horrifying in the long term, so I add a word of caution, two words actually, Melania Trump.

You’re welcome.