THE ALCHEMY OF LOVING

This time of year I always remember the writer Charles Dickens and the tale he told us in "A Christmas Carol". Altruism and poverty from the 19th Century spun Dickens into a frenzy and he wrote this lasting  novella in 1843 to remind us what stinginess and greed bring. It is also a time to remember St Nicholas who has become Father Christmas, who was born in what is now Turkey, but then in 270, The Holy Roman Empire. He was a great healer and revered.
Foolishly, this Christmas, Mr Corbyn has managed, without buying any presents or food for the table,  to "cook his goose".  He should have noticed that my favourite jungle dame, Lady Colin Campbell is the only person able to divide the country in two. Banning Christmas signifies and reminds us of the miserable Scrooge, in the scriptures it says Mohammed believed that we Christians should celebrate this time of year, despite being banned in 11 countries around the world.

As punishment Mr  Corbyn should be visited by three spectres, the first, Christmas Past in the shape of the GLC and Margaret Thatcher, who could try and take him back to a time when he was born and kill him before he becomes a nuisance to our nation. She should appear to him at the end of his bed in full 1980's power dressing, a mighty Beehive bob and a cigar.  Christmas Present should be in the shape of  Princess Diana, Barbara Cartland and Lilly Savage.  Christmas future could be the National Health Service in the mortuary, crying out for neglect and old aged pensioners freezing cold. Perhaps then he could remember that Cromwell is now considered a miserable toad, lacking colour popularity and humour.

I love getting ready for Christmas, decorating the house, buying presents, laying the table.
I was fortunate this Christmas to receive 3 Turkeys and a Goose for nine people, a very good omen for the coming year.  I tried to give them away and discovered that unless I was vetted beforehand there were no takers for my wonderful cooking, didn't they know I went to Winkfield, a finishing school that taught girls cooking, a cordon bleu school.  I enjoyed becoming a martyr from 8am in the morning until the actual serving of a delicious Christmas lunch at 4pm and finally clearing up at 9pm. In reflection I totally understand and appreciate the slightly irritable tone from my Mother, who was always overworked. I was lucky enough to play with Inesa, who is seriously inventive when it comes to recipes.

Christmas beauty

Basting the Turkey

I had a long funny day with wonderful friends from the magical Dark Theatre, Inesa and her husband Barrington creating spells together, it was everything that Christmas should be. Living in the present, it was a  celebration of friendship and family, of giving and loving each other. Nothing was mentioned about baby Jesus only in church the night before. Does this matter? No, it is about good intentions and holding hands with people you love. As Cinderella the film preaches "Kindness" is everything. Inesa  had recipes for Herrings cooked with carrots and a dangerous cake with two bottles of brandy in it. An even better recipe which included poppy seeds and milk, but took a lot of work made us all very happy.
The midnight service, the night before at St Martins in the Fields made me childlike as I sung the descants. I remember singing with a great friend in my sons Carol concerts. Each year we sat in the back and were told off for knowing and giving our all in Hark the Herald Angels Sing  as it went full pelt to sing the top G. Of course I easily used to go to a top B or C when I was young. It is still as much fun as when I was 7 years old. The words weave good feeling throughout the night.

The fun of hiding behind a mask

Whether you are a prolific lover of festivity, fun or singing, being anti, and feeling disparaging thoughts, Scrooge comes to life. As countries ban Christmas, yet Iran does not, who cares what religion we are, more to the point we should all enjoy life, give freely, help others and love them. This is the recipe for happiness and good alchemy. The ritual of tenderness, the cooking, cleaning and cuddling is so important and as I get older more interesting.

The magical potion of Poppy Seed Milk

My day was finished off with a walk in the park watched over by a full moon and the acting of howling wolves. I walked off Christmas pudding happily. Late into the night I watched my favourite  Sir Tim Rice tell tales of his musical life on BBC 2. At the moment he and Andrew Loyd Webber have put on the wonderful Wizard of  Oz throughout America, perhaps some more dreams will come true as I open my Christmas presents, luckily I received a pink pig money bank, a catalogue of artworks that are not mine but I love, and a butterfly made of mink and silver, a beautiful DNA restorer of sound by Mark Brazier Jones and a new white collar from Kay Saatchi. I am a lucky girl. Falling to sleep to a friends advice, life can be fulfilling. No need to be a "Kill Joy" Mr Corbyn. Enjoy yourself. The Queens Speech.
Thanks be to God.

I AM TAKING A YEAR OFF CHRISTMAS

I have overdone Christmas, it seems to come up too quickly in the calendar. I have sent enough Christmas cards, sung enough carols, dressed enough trees, given enough presents, surely to please my friends and family for a lifetime? I think all of you have too?.  I would love a year off. Disappear and forget that I should be at church, or making the turkey. I arrived at the airport to find that two days before Christmas I could buy Easter eggs, three for the price of one. That the British Airways staff were wearing antlers and Christmas hats, and jingle bells were playing in the background of details of flights being given over the loudspeakers. I wanted to escape but they clearly did not. Wouldn't it be good to save money rather than spend it, even though it keeps other families and religions all over the world, it has one function to pin up our economy with bright lights and wrapping paper?

I also want to think about new ideas, and move on from having made a film, The gun the cake and the butterfly, this year. I have talked about it non stop. I loved doing it, I finished it, and it was truly satisfying, now I wish to go round the world without a telephone writing poetry. Of course the anxiety of my family and friends would never allow me to do this, but I am in the mood to totally change. I also wish to do a charitable adventure which when I have done it I will talk about it.

The problem with show business is it is addictive. The trailer, the cappuccino, people bending over backwards for you, the praise, the success,the critics, the prizes. The self obsession. After a while I would like to forget myself and think about a newer occupation.  I did it, now it is time to give the film to someone to sell, so I can think clearly something else.
An artist is somebody who learns new things and stretches themselves in areas that are interesting to them. I like the alchemy of creating, it is a passion, even if I fail, something takes me over and I am driven to produce.

Anyway back to the turkey and the stuffing. This year my family all agreed to go our separate ways. I have sent only a few cards and bought only the loveliest of friends presents. I want to miss Christmas just once and next year I shall come back to it, with the freshest of moods. Despite my mood I walked through my front door to find that the Queen of Domestic Goddesses, Mrs Kay Saatchi had put up a 7ft magnificent tree in my drawing room, in perfect taste with red birds and white lights to welcome me. I could not fail to be amused. What is more she did it herself, with a little help from Schezaad and Francesca my housekeeper, but she did it.  The tree was enormous, That is what counts. thank you. Kay does Christmas so well as does our British Royal Family, who have so many rules over what they can wear, and they do it so well. They do their job beautifully.

For all those who still believe I wish you a very Merry day.

CHRISTMAS

I am back home after having my wretched gall bladder removed only to read that I might get fatter. If I had read this beforehand I would have struggled on with the excessive pain that it was giving me.  I am tired but with so much to do before Christmas I had to move forward,  In any case no Insurance company likes you to waste time in hospital and I was almost pushed out. Despite  being horizontal, in terrific pain, and tired beyond belief, I was shoved onto the streets with BUPA.  It is better to pay for your operations as they happen and then you can decide what action to take yourself.  The London clinic was good, and although I hate hospitals it was efficient. I pay ten thousand a year, and I suppose the operation probably cost six thousand? So I have had one medical operation in my life, so it makes sense to pay for them ourselves.
I got home in time to do the turkey and a good friend came round to do a victoria sponge, some mince pies and make the whole house into a whirlwind of festivity.  The smells from my tiny kitchen were delicious.  I thought I  had forgotten how to make cakes, but I had not, and the only mistake I  made was to undercook my brussel sprouts, and not put a lid on my brandy butter so it went all over my new dress from ASOS, which I love.  The day went well and although I was fainting and feeling sick I tried to have a great time.

I was given incredible books on Marilyn by Pablo Ganguli and my son Charles, and a necklace by Eve from a beau, also a delcious cake stand whipped up by my friend Julia, made my table look stunning.  I felt lucky that despite having left hospital only 48 hours earlier I was able to enjoy anything at all.   I have had to cancel a party today as I was a little too ambitious. It was the first Christmas I have spent in London for twenty one years. It feld odd, but homely. I was watching Downtown Abbey and found the end rather obvious and then watched Love in a Cold Climate based on Nancy Mitford and her sisters. "A totally English day, thank goodness for that" my son said.  

WORDPRESS MELT DOWN, NEVER UNDERESTIMATE ANOTHER HUMAN BEING BY AMANDA ELIASCH

What does a woman do when she is digitally attacked? Are there any legal avenues to protect yourself?. How can you remove the nuisance part of somebody without making situation any more volatile?.
Yesterday a girlfriend tried to protect me posting comments when somebody was horrible via Wordpress. com.   Luckily she sent me her exact wording from her screen showing her comment was waiting moderation. Once it had been moderated it bore no resemblance to the original.  This is illegal, but what is a girl to do when this lonely idiot is lying in his house in Malibu and would probably rather try on my dresses?.  Apparently I wear too much makeup, apparently I am now sixty years old, apparently the Chelsea Theatre holds twenty people, and apparently people are applying their ruby lips to parts of my body as if they are smoking a cigar, and apparently I paid for my own exhibition at Leadapron, where my neons were available on the Seven Deadly Sins?

If only it was that. Again this fool has afforded me more internet kudos.  Number one I like accuracy, I was born on the 13th May 1960 so that makes me 51. I don't know why he considers my age interesting as I am the wrong gender for him?.  The Chelsea Theatre has a capacity of 125 people and was full every day.  That is not the only facet that might make me famous?.  Also if you are going to attack another human in a public manner make sure that the attack goes to the right person, there are two Lyall Watsons. I won't have a word said against this man who I have known for thirty years.  He is incredible in many ways.   As for makeup, I love makeup, Hollywood was made on making women perfect. Thank goodness for Westmores, Max Factor, Lanvin and Smashbox.  So all I can assume is that this man, who has been in prison in England for forging his identity to avoid his true miserable existence.  However Whitstable does not sound too bad to me? and he is now wanted by the police for an assault on minors in England which he did not have the guts to attend?.  Shall I tell you his name? Should I reveal his identity, I will give you clues, he lives in a cave he says, and he was a  programme about addiction, but really I don't give a damn.  Funny thing is I welcomed him into my house and one Christmas had him to stay. Actually I quite liked him, don't you find it sad when you like somebody, and they behave like this to you?

Physical problems are visable, but mental problems tend to be very well hidden, until they lose their temper. What a shame that this entertaining, amusing man with caustic wit has to be so  self destructive.. All this in an article called "Hell is other people" and all for a fight with his aloof best friend.  Personally I believe this interesting "case" should have been a priority for shrinks long ago.
When I look back at all my NLP notes and my studies of  gestalt therapy, healing with music and the arts, this human being seems to be suffering from self sabotage.  He may come towards fabulous success only to destroy it because he has never developed past that part.  He tries to drag us all back down the hill with him, he understands failure but struggles with success, with no relief.

So here goes if you can't be bothered to look it up

This is the original

"Hell is: Other People

18 Jul

"I see that my nemesis Amanda Eliasch and her truly talented friend Lyall Watson (whoring himself out to artifice) have written and performed in a ‘play’ called As I Like It.
Apparently it is rather ‘whiney’.  Apparently her son serves her during the performance as a weird incestuous acolyte.  Apparently there is an opera singer with huge talent who barely gets to sing.  Apparently she refers to ‘hairy legged lesbians’.  As we know at her core she is a homophobe.
Apparently this ‘play’ is crap.
It really isn’t any wonder, Amanda can scarcely string a sentence together.   It’s worth quoting the programme notes:
This is a play what I wrote for my Father several years ago which he asked me to do after he had died. I turned it into a play with the help of Lyall Watson who had taught me at RADA in 1989. There are only a few plays for women and I wanted to contribute and increase the material available. It is a modern restoration comedy.
Yes.  You are going to do wonders for women with this pile of  tripe.  Wonders.
I once played Mr Puff at The Edinburgh Festival in Sheridan’s The Critic.   Have you seen that play?  A comedy of manners.  A real one.
Like Mrs Eliasch Mr Puff, the author of a terrible play, invites critics Sneer and Dangle to a dress rehearsal.
Puff explains to Sneer that he is ‘‘a Professor of the Art of Puffing’’: an author who has taught newspaper men and advertisers how to inflate their diction so they may ‘‘enlay their phraseology with variegated chips of exotic metaphor’’ and ‘‘crowd their advertisements with panegyrical superlatives.’’
Break a leg Amanda. "

JULIA's, a friend of mine, whose comment was altered by this man. Is it an offence to alter another persons  written word?

Julia July 20, 2011 at 12:15 #

What a pity that with your caustic wit and eagle eye you could only review Amanda’s recent play by hearsay, you use the word Apparently many times. Should you have seen the play at least your comments would have been your own opinion instead of rehashed gossip, unfortunately you already know that England is not a good place to be right now and decided to extradite yourself to calmer shores.
If indeed you had been here you would be dealing with the very serious matter of gross assault on a number of young people but you neglected to attend the hearing. APPARENTLY you were awarded a negative result that will await your return.
You do not mention the lovely Justine Glenton, the actress playing leading lady and not Amanda as you indicate, Her son portrayed many roles within the play as well as playing the piano,
they played to capacity every night so something must have been right, Lyall Watson is an acting guru and wonderful writer so of course he is all about artifice, its called show business and i would love to know which meaning of the word nemesis you use since divine retribution or an enemy you cant overcome sounds like flattery and i feel sure that’s not your intention. maybe you are just an old hetrophobe, Julia
ps having read and re read the programme i cannot find any grammatical errors, maybe the person reading it to you needs to mumble a bit louder.

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THIS IS WHAT THE BLOGGER CHANGED THE ABOVE TO USING MY FRIENDS NAME. HE HAS NOW REMOVED BOTH. BUT I KEEP EVERYTHING AND MY FRIEND TO. WHY MAKE ENEMIES WHEN YOU DON'T NEED TOO?


I think Amanda is a treacherous hag. Thank God she has money…she would be so lonely without it. I heard that your ex boyfriend Jake Bauman lost his iPod and you defended him from a bunch of teenagers who refused to leave the house. It is a pity that this happened.

HE THEN WROTE THIS

duncanroy said on Hell is: Other People July 21, 2011 at 08:31

In response to duncanroy on July 18, 2011 at 10:23:

Forgive me for rambling…. Rather lovely day yesterday. Had lunch with Daniel Darling and his adorable girlfriend (?) in Cross Creek. We were joined by Toby Mott and his friend Elizabeth.  Daniel went surfing and we drove to Malibou Lake where we sailed and then had a wonderful dinner at The Old Place on Mulholland. [...]

Julia! Amanda is not that bad. Just misunderstood. She was the Wendy Deng of her generation. Feisty. It was a terrible pity that my ex Jake Bauman lost his ipod during a drunken blackout causing me to try and defend him then the house from a bunch of drug taking teenagers that my friend asked me to remove from the house because so much stuff had gone missing. It’s a pity that I am the one left clearing up the mess. Thank God I have a restraining order/order of protection against him. Amanda must have some talent. Somewhere?
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http://www.foxnews.com/entertainment/2011/07/22/addicted-in-hollywood-fame-fortune-and-dark-realities-sexual-addiction/?test=faces 
Apparently
http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2002/sep/21/homes
and 
http://www.tmz.com/2009/05/03/sex-rehab-star-accused-of-lunchtime-beatdown/


If he wants me to carry on.. well that will be between me and my legal advisors.