|This is the better half of aegiandyad from the 'Mrs aegian' folder|
|The immortal sorceress who plays a thousand parts, Ldedge Y'Breq, The Lady Sharrow, Emma Peel, Mrs Dawlish and many others.|
Recently 'aegian of the FT', who is Mrs a*, was honoured by 'hard copy' publication of several comments originally published online under articles in the FT.
These appear in Before The Collapse by Cathal Haughian. www.beforethecollapse.com .
This book gathers together the informally expressed thoughts of those who can clearly see the need for change in the corporate driven, agnostic, capitalist, supposedly democratic societies of this world. This need is set to become increasingly urgent in the coming three decades; which is not all that long.
We are passionate artists and art lovers with wide ranging tastes and interests. Our long range project is the creation of 'aegian' as an aesthetic hermaphrodite, trying to express the many facets of their being. It has since emerged that we are a couple with four grown up children each of whom has contributed to this joint enterprise
While his better half prefers to remain mysterious and spends most of her time writing our journal entries, Mr A admits to having a London degree in Botany & Zoology and owning a succession of film and digital cameras. I am the man behind the lens, so there may not be many images of me submitted. We love beauty and I search for it amongst the mundane backgrounds of everyday reality as well as at fabulous gardens like the ones seen in some gallery pictures. We correspond with the Guardian as well as the Financial Times.
There will be no puckish, looped video 'web cam'; no 'fake' ID. If you want to see picture's, then this
is Mrs a*. This is a portrait after the manner of the old masters and this was recently taken, straight from the camera.
Mr a*s portraits are vanishingly rare. Here is one mocked up from an old frame of 'film' , and a much more recently taken but wildly over processed one "Now, my name isn't Harry, but names change so often in this business that I couldn't be sure there hadn't been a time when it might have been." [the REAL 'Harry Palmer'; anonymous, insolent, insubordunate spy from Burnley, as found in The IPCRESS File by Len Deighton; Penguin Books 1962]
One night last year, at home here in the UK I was having a family meal along with a Maasai who was a Christian minister from a Kenyan parish our church here is associated with. I asked him what he did before or as well as being a minister to which he told me he was a farmer. I asked him if he had many problems with lions, and he said, yes occasionally they would come and try to take one of his cows. Curious , I asked him what did they do when that happened, to which he said 'oh we go and kill it.'
My interest now sparked, I said, 'what do you do, shoot them with a rifle?'. He gave me a look of incredulity and simply said,'no, we kill them with a spear'!!
to Captain Willard
In 1891 the pioneer column made its way into the new territory later to be named Rhodesia. Among them were Sir Randolph Churchill, Dr Hans Sauer and Alfred Beit. Their waggons would stop travelling at night and they would put up tents to sleep in.
Dr Sauer had a little terrier that enjoyed the journey. One night Churchill, Sauer and their friends were invited to join Alfred Beit in his tent for dinner. As the men brushed up the little dog set up a ferocious barking at something outside the tent. He would dash outside into the darkness and rush back inside with a terrified yelp only to rush outside again to make his protest known to whatever was outside as menacingly as only a terrier can. The men heard the harrumphing, short grunts of a lion smelling out its prey. Every time the terrier ventured out the lion would charge and the dog would rush back inside. Eventually the little dog had to be restrained incase he was eaten.
Later that night two lions broke into a temporary stable belonging to Borrow, one of the pioneers, and killed two valuable horses which had been brought many miles across Africa, only to be destroyed in this ignominious way. The roaring and fighting of the lions over the dead horses kept the pioneers awake that night.
In the 1890s a well-known trader and hunter called Ikey Sonnenberg lived in the Victoria district which was plagued by roaming lions paying nightly visits to the inhabitants and their livestock. A band of farmers decided to exterminate these unwelcome visitors and they called on Sonnenberg to accompany them, “No thank you”, he replied, “I ain’t lost no lions”.
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