Stuart Miller-Osborne

Dear Mummy I have just started shooting my Greek movie On an island so beautiful that it remains nameless I play Cindy the younger of two sisters Who is a vain socialite although a good Catholic girl They have rented out a dreamy villa with essential views My sister Rachel is the plainer of the […]

I often sit in a room Full of love I often wake up Next to the sea I know neither As my friends Are no longer here

I often sit in a room Full of books I often wake up Next to a beauty Yet I know neither As all my memories Are lost in a desert

When I started acting I was on television I then moved into small roles in successful movies The Jew of Malta Macbeth The Tempest A Woman Killed with Kindness The Duchess of Malfi All followed in two incredible London years I was then offered a movie in Greece Which totally changed my perspective Island hopping […]

I was travelling on a fast train At speeds in excess of light Cheistine had purchased A cheese and pickle sandwich As I had not eaten since nine hours She was reading Demi-Monde A twice monthly fashion magazine

It was only when the rains had passed That the continental clouds thinned And the May Day Moon still damp Shone high above the early dawn fields

Mains Railway Station Opened 1913 Closed 1945 Reopened 1959 Final Closure 1973 The station building was retained And is now owned by Guy Kinski Who wrote the Pascal novels On the last day of January A large storm hit the Acele area Local trains were cancelled Because of the sudden floods At precisely five in […]

Some years ago a skeleton Was discovered in a walled cell It appears that this man Had once been a monk That is all that is known About the circumstances Of this forgotten tragedy

BoBo Quears wore a very pretty Cerulean Dress To Dagmar’s second wedding Did she carry it well Yes and no Why no Because of the lace Lace on a Cerulean Dress That shocks me Larry I am not talking about the dress Then what She was wearing white panties White lace panties OH MY FUCKING […]

Often when I am walking the dog I pass a number of small towers These appear to be lookouts But what is the interest History does not record Any concrete details They only thing I know Is that they comfort me Their presence makes me Happy and I feel relaxed