tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49200007751554072972024-02-06T22:12:47.169-08:00Lady TrinityThe musings of a modern day MistressLady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.comBlogger141125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-74586312321629324502018-08-02T04:18:00.000-07:002018-08-02T04:29:22.714-07:00ASMRASMR is apparently the latest thing in cyberspace. It does not stand for Accelerating Seismic Moment Release in this context - it stands for Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response. <br />
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So now I know the scientific name for the effect I have on submissives when I whisper in their ear exactly what I am going to do to them. That static or tingling sensation which begins on the scalp and courses its way down the neck and spine; that manifestation of the agony of anticipation, is ASMR.Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-32906320770811943392018-07-31T09:39:00.000-07:002018-07-31T09:39:44.960-07:00Brave New WorldI have never been a 'Lifestyle' Dominatrix. Why? Because if I was, it would be my 'normal' and hence would lose all the magic for me. It is a bit like making your hobby your job. It can work out, but often what once was a joy becomes a chore.<br />
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In the case of a Dominatrix, instead of being able to session only with those people with whom you have that particular chemistry that makes a session special, you could potentially end up taking clients for the sake of the money. Or taking on more clients, rushing them through, conveyor belt-like. All of which leads to a burnt-out Mistress and unhappy subs.<br />
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Sessions are just as much escapism for me as they are for the submissives who come to see me.<br />
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<a href="https://www.blogger.com/u/1/blogger.g?blogID=4920000775155407297" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a>However, when I was told in February, along with a number of my vanilla colleagues, that I was being made redundant, I had to do a rapid evaluation of my options! But no - I'm not going to change my values. But instead of finding another 'vanilla' job I'm going to go to university! And continuing my maverick approach, I'm not doing Psychology, which seems to be the default choice for Mistresses. I'm going to do Philosophy, Politics and Economics. Fortunately, I have far too many skeletons in my cupboards to ever become a politician, although since the demise of the News of the World the 'shock and horror' news items regarding BDSM have reduced somewhat. Of course this may be because of the "Fifty Shades of Grey' effect and Torture Garden advertising in The Guardian. Visiting a fetish club and indulging in a bit of BDSM is almost a rite of passage nowadays!<br />
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So this is how I'm feeling today, on the brink of the future.<br />
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<br />Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-21698648121399936152017-12-17T11:12:00.000-08:002017-12-17T11:12:10.357-08:00Can anybody tell me....the algorithm used by Sky and a few other internet service providers that deems my website to be pornography?<br />
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I checked the definition of pornography in the Oxford English Dictionary, which defines it thus:<br />
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<span data-dobid="hdw">pornography</span></div>
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<span class="lr_dct_ph">pɔːˈnɒɡrəfi/</span><span class="lr_dct_spkr lr_dct_spkr_off" data-ved="0ahUKEwi2kZiJ3pHYAhUnDcAKHffgD0MQlfQBCDEwAA" jsaction="dob.p" style="display: inline-block; height: 16px; margin: 0px 2px 4px 5px; opacity: 0.55; vertical-align: middle; width: 16px;" title="Listen"><input height="14" src="data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABwAAAAcCAQAAADYBBcfAAABN0lEQVR4AZ3UT4vNYRwF8M+dieS3uNtb7r1lKZPNTNlMWY13gDeBrih7L2A2yka2ItlZYWGrjBJF+VdYjEJTFsI1x9qTX/Ptfp716dmc71m2tzfGPvmibAaI+OOmiZLTdgERETtO2dMJPwVwzHVzEbsu64cVOyIAWPNCRJzVa+yjNEGGHoj4bd1/DT2XNgg6WyJeO6Blv0fSE2Tqu4iZxsBtaYPuOQTgkogPlgGATWmDiG1HAZ1vIjZI/wNEvNMBronYXFJz2HnAQ3C8+mM8BUxEbA9EvwEI+OEg2OcX5ksWVA++AozA13rwDmANvK0G37sK2ACPawX4bKUpwMlK5e4aAbjYVG6xktfP6klzVqVD7twXMbdenw5WPRMR5+pjtepG/1jV5vGMkgv/DPItU3XgpSuOaPwFsUTQA47vSZQAAAAASUVORK5CYII=" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;" type="image" width="14" /></span></div>
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noun: <b>pornography</b></div>
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printed or visual material containing the explicit description or display of sexual organs or activity, intended to stimulate sexual excitement.</div>
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My website contains no pictures of sexual organs or sexual activity, nor does it have explicit descriptions of these.<br />
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I did a bit of further research and found the etymology of the word to be from Greek:<br />
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mid 19th century: from Greek <i>pornographos</i> ‘writing about prostitutes’, from <i>pornē</i> ‘prostitute’ + <i>graphein</i>‘write’.</div>
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Hmm. I wonder is the program code may have been searching for the word 'prostitute' or 'prostitution'. 'Prostitution' does appear in my site - in the sentence that clearly states 'Domination is not prostitution'. </div>
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Yet again a case of 'the computer says so, so it must be right' shame the computer system is designed and programmed by idiots who have no concept of context.......</div>
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Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-26154544516784253742017-11-13T08:50:00.000-08:002017-11-13T08:50:42.818-08:00Any fool.....Any fool can make something complicated. It takes a genius to make it simple.<br />
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Sadly there are not many geniuses developing apps for charging electric cars!<br />
Having arrived in Crawley last night and expecting the Tesla Supercharger to available I find it had mysteriously vanished!!!!<br />
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So after visiting the Polar charger at the Crowne Plaza Hotel - charger say no you need a card for this latest model - I only had the app on my phone, I arrive at the town hall 'Charge My Car' charging station. Yippee! It says 'Download the app', which I dutifully do, sign up entering all the details with my frozen fingers because just in case I'm trying to preserve the battery life of my car., and then? Err how do I add my credit card details? Finally find where to do this and I'm ready to charge my car.... Only where on the app does it let me select 'Start charging'?<br />
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NO IDEA! so I start flicking through all the possible potential options - until finally the 'Start charging' page appears. So I do - but as I have no idea how I actually got there in the first place I daren't navigate away from the page because it also has the 'Stop Charging' button.<br />
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Charging an electric car with 40 kwh current is not a spectator sport, so I go to have something to eat, and return when the app bleeps to say I have overstayed by 20 minutes!!! Why didn't the thing bleep just before??? Wouldn't that be more sensible?Luckily no-one else was wanting to charge their car at 10 o'clock on a Sunday night.<br />
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But I still don't have enough charge to get home.... But I do have enough to get the Heathrow Terminal 5 Tesla Super Charger. So off I go. The Heathrow Terminal 5 Tesla Super Charger isn't actually at Terminal 5, so that was somewhat confusing ,as I drove down some dodgy-looking road to finally find myself at the Hilton Hotel Heathrow Terminal 5.<br />
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There are eight lovely super chargers all of which are free bar one, so I plug in with a sigh of relief . Super chargers have 120 kwh max current - but still exactly entertaining, so I go in search of a hot drink, ending up in the bar and meeting Alex and his son who are complete strangers but somehow due a mix up by the bar man, Alex ends up paying for my hot chocolate too.<br />
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Alex, I know it's hardly likely you will read this but if you do - it was a pleasure to met you, I hope you and your son got home safe - as I did eventually!Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-9990827191114866052017-04-10T15:15:00.001-07:002017-04-10T15:15:11.811-07:00Why have I not blogged for so long???Because Blogger in their infinite wisdom have made their app obsolete and not informed me and now I have to post using their website which is not optimised for mobile!<br />
Morons! Are you trying to go backwards instead of forwards or is it some silly professional issue you have with Apple? Have you stopped for s moment and considered your customers? Clearly not. End of rant...Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-80859632572480041122017-01-11T01:27:00.001-08:002017-01-11T01:27:02.816-08:00TweetingWhen will Donald Trump learn that, in the words of David Cameron, that too many tweets make you look like a twat? Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-25293578138371694532016-12-06T00:03:00.001-08:002016-12-06T00:03:48.589-08:00Misty day<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Misty day in the studio garden<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIWaIPUc9bXmJeiBqaLkBzFOf-dTRcnQdr6WTfbswybc0Oht3I7dXipJjGuN3Gr9ii020UT70uDXe8Hzqhrt-2yjthoorhB6FD-bhnxfElJfVJ8Fx5hT5WQFVDBUtVN7RwN7j2o9s6ikPt/s640/blogger-image--420102792.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIWaIPUc9bXmJeiBqaLkBzFOf-dTRcnQdr6WTfbswybc0Oht3I7dXipJjGuN3Gr9ii020UT70uDXe8Hzqhrt-2yjthoorhB6FD-bhnxfElJfVJ8Fx5hT5WQFVDBUtVN7RwN7j2o9s6ikPt/s640/blogger-image--420102792.jpg"></a></div>Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-41838215696945690162016-09-20T13:55:00.001-07:002016-09-20T13:55:44.062-07:00Social ShunningI have just been removed from a Facebook group I didn't know I belonged to! Not sure how I feel about this....Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-32723114002607219632016-09-13T08:56:00.001-07:002016-09-13T08:56:03.228-07:00I want to be micro chipped!Why is it so difficult to prove who you are? We don't need identity cards we need micro chips! We could have all our medical details held in it too so if we collapse and are taken to hospital they will know everything about you - medical history, next of kin, organ donor confirmation etc. Forget contactless payment, car keys, house keys, driving licence, credit card details, passports, rail cards, any cards in fact, it's all data that can be securely stored on a microchip. If my cat can be chipped why can't I? It's not as if I have anything to hide....!Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-53672208142737098232016-09-09T02:36:00.001-07:002016-09-09T02:36:23.491-07:00Thank you for nagging....A thank you to my remote correspondent Jon! It is indeed far too long since I posted on my blog. I can think of all sorts of reasons - deaths in the family, too much vanilla work, my mother having a fall and suffering with delirium, (she is improving now - so much so she told me she had gone on hunger strike in hospital because she wasn't getting enough physio, but when I asked her how long she went on strike she replied "Only until lunchtime". Not much of a hunger strike then!!)!<div>Still it is now September - back to school, the start of that season of mellow fruitfulness - and the start of leaves falling in the studio garden. So time to make the most of outdoor play before it gets too cold and the trees are too bare! <br><div><br></div></div>Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-29434542747128430962016-05-07T12:27:00.001-07:002016-05-07T12:27:56.727-07:00Hip hop hooray! Time for outdoor play!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The view of the studio from the house<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiay4f83_s8yHO_BQ_vlFU_EZA4ax3tqN9Od8WGrnsDJMeIFjCkbpQZ8Mz-TRJAey_mee8ZtjkZqRzpA_5BZXAnrrPBKV2o5k02n1wbsW0mbemQhm0XGxe8nA2OW5Omm0Qpop4_hoiiwdkP/s640/blogger-image-1809624244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiay4f83_s8yHO_BQ_vlFU_EZA4ax3tqN9Od8WGrnsDJMeIFjCkbpQZ8Mz-TRJAey_mee8ZtjkZqRzpA_5BZXAnrrPBKV2o5k02n1wbsW0mbemQhm0XGxe8nA2OW5Omm0Qpop4_hoiiwdkP/s640/blogger-image-1809624244.jpg"></a></div>Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-70618419390502732992015-12-25T04:15:00.001-08:002015-12-25T04:15:55.934-08:00Greetings on Christmas DayPeace and goodwill to all mankind - whatever their creed, colour, nationality or sexuality. We are all in this world to help and care for each other. It's what being human is all about. Love to you all.Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-43368831669918232022015-12-21T05:36:00.001-08:002015-12-21T06:12:19.719-08:00Happy Christmas! A missive to everyone who hates those smug 'Family
Updates.....'It's that time of year and I know you're dying to hear how 2015 treated the ********* family! (Our Anthony told me to redact our name in the interests of security. Goodness knows why because it's bleeding obvious who are, but as he's Consigliere to the Godfather of the Reading Mafia I suppose he knows what he's talking about).<div><br></div><div>Our Jack has shown real entrepreneurial spirit and set up his own Chrystal Meth laboratory. He's applied to go on The Apprentice in hope of becoming Sir Alan's new business partner. We're sure he'll do well, he's got a fantastic track record in business. After all he's been dealing dope since he was eight years old.</div><div><br></div><div>Our Millicent has been working hard, polishing up her CV to be an ambassador for the United Nations. This will be her 17th child. No cheating like that Angelina Jolie and picking them up second hand. Charles, Patrick, Scott (I always thought that a pretty unimaginative name for the poor wee laddie), Francois, Adolf, Ronald ( named after Regan and McDonalds), Leonardo, Jurek, Papa Doc, Jonah (sadly hates rugby and prefers embroidery instead), Vladimir, Goodluck (hasn't had much recently, but gets released from a Young Offenders Institution in May), Nicolae, Mustapha, Chein-Po, and Kimmi ( I preferred Valteri) are anxiously awaiting the birth of their little sister, Kylie. Reading Borough Council are considering repurposing the Hexagon into housing for them. Millicent has requested they turn the orchestra pit into a birthing pool to save her the annual trek to the Royal Berkshire Hospital. As a forward thinking girl she's already planning her next pregnancy. She's looking for an Egyptian guy, so if any of you know of one, let her know. He doesn't need to commit to anything apart from supplying his you-know-what. In fact even she acknowledges she's looking a bit ropey now, so she's quite happy to use a turkey baster to do the necessary.</div><div><br></div><div>Our William has just been promoted to Capo of the waste disposal division of the Reading Mafia. We are so pleased for him, especially as it means we get our rubbish collected weekly, and they even collect our glass recycling! This is a huge relief since with Uncle Bert and Aunt Ethel's drinking, it was getting a bit embarrassing filling up the bottle bank at Asda every time we went - you can only pretend to have so many parties before people get suspicious.....</div><div><br></div><div>Little Tommy was hoping to add to his clutch of A* anti social behaviour awards, so he was devastated to hear that ASBOs had been abolished. He was so upset he punched his police escort, and accused the judge of something I think was a bit unlikely, since he must have been about eighty years old, so goodness knows how old his mother would be, unless of course he's into necrophilia. In spite of all that Little Tommy only got a Community Service Order, (B grade) but at least that was better than his mate Freddy, who only got a caution (D grade).</div><div><br></div><div>Well, that's about it. I'm off to visit our Mickey, who's on remand in Brixton, awaiting psychiatric reports to prove he isn't a dangerous psychopath, just misunderstood with anger issues. Depending on what happens he'll go to Broadmoor or Wormwood Scrubs. I'm hoping for the scrubs. If he ends up in Broadmoor I'll have to move to be able to visit, as I still don't have my driving licence back, after running a red light whilst driving the getaway car for our Steve's last petrol station hold up. I'm also a bit concerned about putting the house up for sale because the patio that our William's boys laid for me seems to be getting bigger, and is now covering part of our next door neighbours back yard too....</div><div><br></div><div>Happy Christmas!!!!!</div>Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-81428915092673788092015-12-12T11:15:00.001-08:002015-12-12T11:15:14.435-08:00Last night I had the strangest dream.....I was at a fetish event that was being held at a venue called 'For Your Eyes Only'. Only the venue was strangely cold, and unatmospheric (is there such a word???) The rooms were too brightly lit, and the tables and chairs too clinical. I had two identical coats, one old and one new, so I gave one into the cloakroom. The attendant, who was a dwarf dressed in red outfit with a jester's hat took my coat, and my money, but gave me nothing in return, so I thought he must have a very good memory. <div><br></div><div>I wandered round the club but it was so cold I was shivering and everyone seemed to be frozen, apart from a girl called Lisa who I met in the ladies loo. We decided to leave so I needed to pick my second coat up from the cloakroom. Lisa's coat was in the cloakroom too, but she had a fluffy white ball which she gave to the dwarf. I tried to explain he hadn't given me a ball in exchange for my coat, and that it was easy to spot my coat because it was the same as the one I was wearing already, but he wasn't very helpful. Lisa disappeared with a guy wearing a dress and pushing a Dyson. The dwarf told me my coat is in the office, and to follow the red lines on the floor to get there. I start to follow them but they disappear. Then the owner of the club appears and offers to take me to the office, but it isn't in this building. We go outside and start walking, but we aren't in city anymore, we're walking across country which is tricky in heels. As we walk I look back at the city skyline, it's glowing red, as if it's on fire.</div><div><br></div><div>We arrive at her office, which is a small wooden shack, and my coat is hanging in a peg on the back of the door. Inside one of the coat pockets is an airline ticket. She offers to take me to the airport, but says she needs to change her leg first because it's aching after the walk across country. As she takes off her leg, and props it against the wall I see it is made of Plaster of Paris. I aske her why, but all she says is that she was an escort once and a client strangled her leg and killed it, so it had to be amputated.....</div>Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-53310785964470119342015-11-14T14:44:00.001-08:002015-11-14T14:54:44.531-08:00It is time we stopped imagining...<p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0.35em 0px; border-color: rgb(153, 153, 136); text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Imagine there's no heaven</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It's easy if you try</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">No hell below us</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Above us only sky</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Imagine all the people</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Living for today...</span></div><p></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0.35em 0px; border-color: rgb(153, 153, 136); text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Imagine there's no countries</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It isn't hard to do</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Nothing to kill or die for</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And no <span id="IL_AD2" class="IL_AD" style="margin: 0px; border-top-color: rgb(153, 153, 136); border-right-color: rgb(153, 153, 136); border-left-color: rgb(153, 153, 136); position: static; padding: 0px 0px 1px !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(68, 68, 51) !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; background-image: none !important; background-attachment: scroll !important; cursor: pointer !important; display: inline !important; float: none !important; background-position: 0% 50% !important; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important;">religion</span> too</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Imagine all the people</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Living life in peace...</span></div><p></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0.35em 0px; border-color: rgb(153, 153, 136); text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">You may say I'm a dreamer</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But I'm not the only one</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I hope someday you'll join us</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And the world will be as one</span></div><p></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0.35em 0px; border-color: rgb(153, 153, 136); text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Imagine no possessions</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I wonder if you can</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">No need for greed or hunger</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A <span id="IL_AD1" class="IL_AD" style="margin: 0px; border-top-color: rgb(153, 153, 136); border-right-color: rgb(153, 153, 136); border-left-color: rgb(153, 153, 136); position: static; padding: 0px 0px 1px !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(68, 68, 51) !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; background-image: none !important; background-attachment: scroll !important; cursor: pointer !important; display: inline !important; float: none !important; background-position: 0% 50% !important; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important;">brotherhood</span> of man</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Imagine all the people</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Sharing all the world...</span></div><p></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0.35em 0px; border-color: rgb(153, 153, 136); text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">You may say I'm a dreamer</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But I'm not the only one</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I hope someday you'll join us</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And the world will live as one.</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We need to stop imagining now, and start doing, for ourselves, our children and all of humanity.</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><br></div><p></p>Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-41497580225237852462015-11-14T13:47:00.001-08:002015-11-14T13:47:23.888-08:00Our tears are not enoughI cried when I saw the bloodshed in Paris last night, but my tears are not enough. None of our tears are enough. Yet neither is our<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> anger. We need to join together to address the cause of this cancer of humanity. What causes young men and women to become radicalised Islamists? Actually, forget radicallised, brainwashed is a better description. Until we address that issue, no amount of bombs and drone attacks will work, because as soon as some are killed, more will spring up in their place. We need to identify the cause and deal with that, not just the symptoms.</span>Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-47600237387642634432015-10-06T16:08:00.001-07:002015-10-06T16:08:19.896-07:00Maybe it's good to be bad...According to reports there are more young people than ever before suffering from depression and mental illness, yet levels of drinking, drug taking and sex in the same age group are dropping. Maybe young people need to kick over the traces and bad. Maybe it's a rite of passage because if you don't do it when you're young it's storing up a whole lot of issues up for when you are older.<div><br></div><div>Maybe we put too much pressure on our children to be A* pupils when really a B will do.</div><div><br></div><div>I remember getting a letter form my daughter's headmaster warning of the dangers of allowing our 18 year olds to a 'good bye to school' camping weekend because 'drinking of alcohol and inappropriate sexual activity may take place'. I remember thinking 'Good grief, was this guy ever a teenager??' (Afterwards I wondered what 'appropriate' sexual activity might be.....).</div><div><br></div><div>Just because we are older doesn't give us the right to deny our children the freedom to be true to themselves and have some fun!</div>Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-86319358094849690822015-09-20T12:29:00.001-07:002015-09-20T12:29:29.243-07:00Etiam si omnes, ego nonEven if all others do, not me.<div><br></div><div>Predictive text makes it difficult to write in Latin!</div><div><br></div><div>Carve your own path, mankind cannot grow and develop if we follow each other like sheep. Be an iconoclast, a maverick. Just be true to yourself.</div>Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-18153039618438668032015-08-29T08:12:00.001-07:002015-09-02T16:08:09.558-07:00Video Nasties????Tony Bear educates us all in governmental thinking!!!! ( Mental being the operative word here.....) <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Check out this video on YouTube:</span><div><br></div><div>http://youtu.be/Z_CtnYGYqiI</div>Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-76161956978700798752015-07-11T13:16:00.001-07:002015-07-11T13:16:33.930-07:00Mistress's Pussy...<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq0frd4doawmzck3m3PgrHz3Kjf6KV_dWJcB9Xv2GmkzJvjJrxVcoESe10iRIs4TiwvlsEyIAfGkSGD-E4q3ArdprC64s_8DJk0ws9vH05yCADd_5AVpn4lTVTrwbOe7XlXcgQYhbJ8UFE/s640/blogger-image-1628405280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq0frd4doawmzck3m3PgrHz3Kjf6KV_dWJcB9Xv2GmkzJvjJrxVcoESe10iRIs4TiwvlsEyIAfGkSGD-E4q3ArdprC64s_8DJk0ws9vH05yCADd_5AVpn4lTVTrwbOe7XlXcgQYhbJ8UFE/s640/blogger-image-1628405280.jpg"></a></div>Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-41330448058817691462015-05-07T15:29:00.001-07:002015-05-07T15:29:26.219-07:00I must be doing something wrong....I answered the door on Valentine's Day and was met by someone delivering a beautiful bouquet of flowers - for my next door neighbour. I came home from work today to find a lovely flower arrangement on my doorstep - for the lady two doors down the road. Sigh.........Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-58125143648078847592015-05-03T06:09:00.001-07:002015-05-03T06:09:54.241-07:00TitlesAccording to The Sunday Times a new title 'Mx' is starting to appear as an option on government and other official bodies forms and websites. My initial reaction was 'Excellent!' Then on reflection I started to wonder why we have titles anyway, are they really relevant in the 21st century? What relevance is if you are a Mr, Mrs, Miss, Ms or Mx?Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-88692048717452534912015-04-28T07:20:00.001-07:002015-04-30T00:50:38.557-07:00Cinderella shoe<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The perfect little present brought at the Reading Vintage Fair.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7KsYCaCXNQtnmkXjK2gq226jzzZCchTNOu4pN_lCskZWUBwQJ9sNxyNbAoTOXAqOoSy3-S8OecyeHqNgYa3r6ASWre-tIRVIUPkWwJ0xrIEqkrGVdY6WN6MDduAzweZjJO2oRbkN_jAe0/s640/blogger-image-1608396227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7KsYCaCXNQtnmkXjK2gq226jzzZCchTNOu4pN_lCskZWUBwQJ9sNxyNbAoTOXAqOoSy3-S8OecyeHqNgYa3r6ASWre-tIRVIUPkWwJ0xrIEqkrGVdY6WN6MDduAzweZjJO2oRbkN_jAe0/s640/blogger-image-1608396227.jpg"></a></div>Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-41670190263885554102015-04-19T08:03:00.001-07:002015-04-19T08:03:33.802-07:00Gentle into that good night....Not sure if this is really an appropriate poem to be read as a backdrop to an F1 Grand Prix, even if it is s night race!<div><br></div><div><h1 class="page__title title" id="page-title" style="margin: 0px; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; padding-bottom: 10px;"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><i>Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night (Dylan Thomas)</i></span></h1><div class="field field-name-body field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden" style="padding-right: 15px; margin-top: 10px; max-width: 100%; width: auto !important;"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even" property="content:encoded"><p style="margin: 0px 0px 1.5em;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Do not go gentle into that good night,<br>Old age should burn and rave at close of day;<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Though wise men at their end know dark is right,<br>Because their words had forked no lightning they<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright<br>Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,<br>And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight<br>Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>And you, my father, there on the sad height,<br>Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</span></p></div></div></div><div><div class="options clearfix" style="padding-left: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px;"><div class="options-inner"><div class="socials"><div class="follow_aap" style="min-height: 22px; padding-top: 0px; float: left; margin-left: 5px;"><br></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000775155407297.post-74705533578006765232015-03-25T10:13:00.001-07:002015-03-25T10:13:10.120-07:00Knock, enter...<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQ4FF2JhhRf0PCjcC9qNWZytehPd5VVIfF6mn1NBSWgE_DWsD6KP99pAwLXq-4WpHDpSb0bqhCUu2y2-qOYbXtfdDLTkBlK8IZhoR7TVWFIP8f5A53CpaTI2BZ53V-1-hLiF06rCaBNR7/s640/blogger-image-1373099886.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQ4FF2JhhRf0PCjcC9qNWZytehPd5VVIfF6mn1NBSWgE_DWsD6KP99pAwLXq-4WpHDpSb0bqhCUu2y2-qOYbXtfdDLTkBlK8IZhoR7TVWFIP8f5A53CpaTI2BZ53V-1-hLiF06rCaBNR7/s640/blogger-image-1373099886.jpg"></a></div>Lady Trinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04053378463931932159noreply@blogger.com0