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I am very lucky to be locked down here... #lockdownideas#lockdown#suffolk#thorpeness#view#beauty#covid19#plague https://www.instagram.com/p/B_xwgFnjtVR/?igshid=1d46kac3s3p2z
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My Messge from Beyond... In 1983 I had auditions for classical singing courses at Guildhall and the Royal Northern. And came down with the inevitable nervous sore throat. ‘Cadwch mewn côf, Iestyn.’ Eirwen, my mother, was gurning forewarningly. She had arranged for me to have healing at the White Eagle Lodge, with inner-brother Joan. 'Think on, Iestyn. Inner Brother Joan of the Lodge is borderline hard up. She mustn’t make her way to the flat. She wants to help souls so much she’s forever offering to be peripatetic.' Like a mystical Avon lady. 'Don’t accept any of her packed lunch – she will offer. Don’t let her go into a trance and give you a psychic reading.’ This would have been, apparently, against Lodge rules. ‘We greet you, dear Child of Light, from the astral plane!’ Joan, having given me on two rice cakes with shrimp paste out of Tupperware, had trembled, snorted and slumped, heedless. I hoped she was okay - she’d had a terrible row with her husband that morning, she’d said. He could be the most indecisive man ever - having in a past life been Charles 1st. I waited. August glared through latticed wisteria-framed windows, meeting heavy mahogany and an air of the twilit uncanny. Joan had a wide jaw, a pen on a rope, and was dressed to match the wisteria. I tried to remember if Joan’s corset had been - before Joan transported herself to the world of light - already skewiff. ‘Dear child of light, you are blessed in all you do.’ Joan’s northern-light accent had become full-fat Southern Counties. ‘Your starting off for your singing work will be London.’ The audition panel at the Royal Northern would tell me my singing was ebullient – bravo – but bugger off. ‘And, dear child, you will know where you are to go for your learning because somebody will have lost their fingers...’ At my interview with John Hosier, the Guildhall principal, I did try not to react. He had demurred giving me his right hand to shake, and put out his left. He had lost two fingers on his right hand. #psychictrance#psychicmedium#psychic#spiritualist#spiritualistmedium#supernatural#otherworldly#otherworld https://www.instagram.com/p/B_xpW1RDHhw/?igshid=qj1p51pha3pf
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This so reminds me of Lambeth Bridge Lil... Dressed in a woollen blue coat fastened with nappy pins and stained down the front with tinned ravioli. A straw bonnet during the summer, the top of a sawn-off kettle in winter. Support tights, no knickers, one blue shoe, one brown welly. Speckled with sticking plasters. Lil went back and forth over Lambeth Bridge all day, day in, day out, pushing a supermarket trolley filled with china ornaments wrapped in newspaper, some curtains with the hooks half off and a display halibut late of the fish shop in The Cut. On his way to work at Myer’s Beds each day, Big Sid took her a flask of tea. He collected the empty flask from her on his way home each evening, saying, ‘Same again tomorrow, then, Lil?’ ‘If you’d be so kind, Sidney. I wouldn’t want anyone to go to any trouble just for me.’ On colder mornings, Big Sid put a tot of sherry in the tea. Lil wasn’t an object of fun to local children. We said Hello, Mrs Lillian, very respectfully. Never taunting, as we were with Funny Brian, the Tinworth House witch woman, or stinky Mr Lingwood scooping out his glass eye. According to local rumour, Lil was a retired head of MI5, an ex-windmill Girl, or heiress to an unimaginable fortune from an insurance business, and being paid an allowance to stay away. A reporter on the South London Press went to interview Lil. ‘Just the single bridge, now,’ he said. ‘Five hundred yards down that way you’ve got Vauxhall Bridge. Five hundred yards down the other way you’ve got Westminster Bridge. Have you not thought of varying your walk by going over either of those other two? Variety, they say, is the spice of life.’ Lil answered, ‘Young man, you will hopefully one day learn. In life it doesn’t do to spread oneself too thinly.’ #everythingmemoir #allaboutmemoir#amwriting#memoir#life https://www.instagram.com/p/B_t8J8FjaxG/?igshid=1e2ju2qkra44q
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Pre-lockdown, obvs, a tad #saturday#saturdayvibes#book#books#tour https://www.instagram.com/p/B_r0MIijg_E/?igshid=ev8pqcsejn65
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Yum! https://www.instagram.com/p/B_m_Yh1jrPV/?igshid=rx1ibzp6lscn
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Happy International Dance Day He was funny, clearly #internationaldanceday https://www.instagram.com/p/B_kebJ_DwVB/?igshid=13e6ooj5acxd7
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Happy International Dance Day. All about me day...nicely. #internationaldanceday#internationaldanceday2020 https://www.instagram.com/p/B_kVbyzDDZu/?igshid=1g9web7fpqwis
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Wednesday Wisdom... #wednesdaymotivation#wednesdaywisdom#wisdom#wednesday#memes#meme#memes😂 https://www.instagram.com/p/B_joKG1j2d1/?igshid=4oej42rwbhk9
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I love him... https://www.instagram.com/p/B_g0IawjIa-/?igshid=43zf9w91u936
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Sorry, not sorry... https://www.instagram.com/p/B_eN7JnDZjb/?igshid=1o7dq5itw2jry
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Advert...plain and simple...advert. #mytutuwentawol#socialdistancing#social#socialmediamarketing#socialmedia#book#booksofinstagram#royalmarines#royalmarinescommando https://www.instagram.com/p/B_eMeBIDXI6/?igshid=a0bezux8hbas
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Feeling a bit old after my birthday - so very pleased Cherry Shakewell found these archive studies of my legendary Black Swan and Aurora. 📷 @cherryshakewell Curation Services #ballerina#ballerinasofinstagram#ballerinas#kitchenballetbarre#kitchenballetchallenge#ballet#dance#amdancing#queerphotography#queerartist#queerartists#queerphotography#beauty#swanlake#sleepingbeauty#sleepingbeautyballet https://www.instagram.com/p/B_dCOCqDiE1/?igshid=10r9kbd17gtv0
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Flower thing, nicely #flowerphotography#flowersofinstagram#flowers#plants#naturephotography#beauty https://www.instagram.com/p/B_X62OcDBvZ/?igshid=yptllra8ou6t
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My Baby Album...awww! #fridayfeeling#friday#book#booksofinstagram#bestseller#waterstones#writersofinstagram#queerart#queermemoir#royalmarinescommando#royalmarines#military#army#armystrong#royalnavy#RAF#WARZONE https://www.instagram.com/p/B_WkgSMjW-3/?igshid=i40u8hpz0jvh
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Glamour... Thank me. Crikey. #glamour#glamourshots#ballerina#beauty#pretty#elegance#bonestructure#model#modelling#queerartist#queerphotography#queerart#queermodel https://www.instagram.com/p/B_RyFTkjGHP/?igshid=6rmla44ot319
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Aren't you PLEASED! April 20th - shared by @lornac.hall @jockerby and Afolf Hitler. #birthday#birthdaygirl#birthdayboy#manyhappyreturns#birthdaywishes#mondaymood https://www.instagram.com/p/B_LH7Ffjl3a/?igshid=nrfdl4x024u2
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