We Are Each of Us an Island

We are each of us an island
Each of us a world on our own.
When night comes to the ocean
It’s dark, quiet and lone.

Then, when a saddening wind
Passes through my land,
I hold my breath and realise
It has also touched your hand.

It has also made you lonely,
It has also kept you awake.
On other nights like this
There has been silent heartbreak.

We have waited in the darkness
For morning to arrive,
New days have come and gone
But we’ve not felt more alive.

Have you heard the waves outside?
Or the rain beside the window?
Have they soothed you to sleep?
Or was the dawn too slow?

I have been there, my friend,
Scared, the same way as you.
Lost, uncertain and restless,
‘Cause I’m an island too.

When it’s too dark to see each other,
The waters look deep and endless,
Hang on there and you’ll find
Your worries may worry you less.

Trying to stay afloat
We steal a glance at each other,
The wind – it’s not a wind –
A sigh of sympathy rather.



Agatha Christie Crossword



I could also call this the 4-5-9-10 crossword, for it only uses words of that many letters from Agatha Christie titles. The fun would be to do this without Google! Here are the clues:

1. A Tommy-Tuppence mystery with two letters
2. Currently celebrating the 63rd year of a record breaking run
5. Poirot in the news/ murder in the __
7. Oh the foolishness of the departed fellow!
9. Describe the cyanide
12. While this lasts, you have a collection of short stories
13. Tommy and Tuppence end their career… And so does Christie, in a way.
15. Who can remember?
16. One, Two…

1. In the beginning, there were ten little niggers; in the end, there were __
3. Be there if you want to catch the 4.50
4. Investigator Parker
6. Why didn’t they ask, wonders a dying man.
7. Tommy-Tuppence again, and this time it’s about a passenger.
8. Mystery at L/ finished with ale
10. The Unexpected causes trouble
11. Poor horse, it was so… But wait, was it about the horse?
14. Here’s your clue/ the train was __


And here’s the solution:



True Art Will Thrive

When a few seconds had passed and no one changed the track, the prude said, surprised, “Surely not this song?”

“Why ever not?”

“It’s in all the discs!”

The prude was baffled: “Have you listened to the lyrics?”

Comprehension. Affectionate exasperation. Uncertain silence while the voice from the speaker got louder.

“Well?” said the prude.

Now, some impatience.

“It’s just a few words…”

“It’s been number one, three weeks running.”

“I was reading somewhere, somebody saying it’s bad influence or something…”

“Oh please!”

“Was it you?”

“Censorship on songs?”

“That’ll just sell it better.”


“It’s not really a big deal, you know…”

“Of course not. It’s an effing song, not a guidebook.”

“I read a blog about the over-the-top political correctness obsessing people… images, films, videogames – everything’s being targeted.”

“This one’s probably going with some game… Princes of Pain, is it?”

“Is that the one where the girls – ?”

“It is, oh yes, it is!”

“Have you seen the girl in this video? Those have to be fake!”

“Hush, you dirty-minded people, you’re offending someone here!”

“Oh yes, we have a feminist in our midst! Don’t be shocked now, darling.”

“It’s not exactly by him, you know… the song… isn’t it his alter ego or something?”

“Never mind the lyrics, really, it doesn’t really mean anything…”

“Is the music anything to write home about?” murmured the prude.

The exasperation became more pronounced than the affection.

“I’m sorry I don’t have symphony effing orchestra.”

“Oh please!”

“Like I’d be here if you played that…”

“Can we please just listen to the song? Do turn it up.”

A hissing beat filled the space. From the speakers, the voice of the moment snarled: You Know She Wants It, The __