Stuart Miller-Osborne

The light here in Cornwall is quite fine It is the equal of Venice Please do not remember me As these are not my words They originated elsewhere

About thirty years ago I foolishly let my then husband take some pornographic photographs of me My instincts told me not do do so at the time but I did not want to seem stuffy to the man I thought I loved Richard assured me that he would develop them himself and keep no copies […]

Coming soon Showing Now Daily at 7:45 Matinees Wednesday and Saturday Samurai My name is Joe Samurai is still in prison Your previous story was made into a movie It was very successful A sleeper Low budget Lots of female flesh Beavers and all A sure winner I used to work with Mandy on the […]

I used to travel a lot in Europe When I was a Samurai Samurai Yes Samurai Samurai Were you a Samurai No just Joe Jackson from Bow I always wore Samurai tee shirts Blue Black Red and White Samurai No Joe Samurai is longer with us Is he dead No he still works at the […]

I am often told that folk should be kind to each other And I buy into this completely as it builds a happy world But not everybody is like that Pigger as there are plenty Of bad guys out there and sometimes they get too close So you have done nothing wrong my friend your […]

I never thought that morning sickness could be so bad It shows that you are well Rubbish I feel rubbish If I am like this I am going to cancel my trip Good idea Can they not get someone else to cover Jeff possibly Do you know what today is April twenty three What else […]

A teak cigarette box Made of silver A hidden ship hiding Behind the pier Tide high silent sea

I recently found a letter from my mother to a friend It describes a visit to the open air theatre in Regents Park My father rather admired the actress Belinda Lee And as a birthday treat my mother took him to see As You Like it as this was the first time that the actress […]

My father was a newsagent in Wiltshire He ran a string of newsagents shops I was a Wiltshire Lad And then we moved to London Where he ran a string of station bookstalls In the city and in the suburbs My favourite by far was the bookstall At Harrow and Wealdstone Railway Station Its main […]

He knew that he would never amount to anything His inventions were useful but easily forgotten They were never going to shatter the way of things Stephen lived his whole life deep in the shadows He died one night unnoticed by the world