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Helen of Troy, For Whom I Stole the "Enterprise..."

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Dear Juliet If past is prologue, and the world but a stage... I can't speak for Tony, but there's something you should know. Something so straightforward, simple and yet profound you may never have thought of it. A book is forever. Dear Miss Landau exists in ebook and audiobook format as well as paperback. It's not going to go out of print in our lifetimes and probably not at all. I've known I had literary immortality for years, but that's not important. What is important is this: There are literally generations yet unborn who will read Dear Miss Landau and know that, despite your imperfections, you were truly loved. They will know you were the best gal in all the world, that when fatigue crawled through my limbs like slow-moving rust and I was weary to the bone, I got up and went on for you. For that woman I knew, and did not know, and loved. That I'd crossed an ocean and three thousand miles of land to reach you, and now I'd come down to the sea and it w...
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On the Beach...

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Dear Juliet I know you're very sorry about Tony and you're under the duvet. If that's where you want to be, okay. Just one thought for today, it's in the photographs juxtaposed below. Just try to imagine you're there, time has stopped and tomorrow is another day. I hope this helps. Love, James
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Cry Havoc, Julia Drusilla, and Sack Rome!

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Dear Juliet How are you? I haven't got much of a theme for today except a meditation on the everyday. Off to Open Door at the church, I'll light a candle for Anthony in the lady chapel (see below), four calls as part of my job tonight. Not driving today, so I'm not going to have to worry about the Range Rover-obsessed maniacs clogging up Shropshire's roads. London is looming on the horizon and Kier Starmer is hiding under his desk, knowing that when I arrive his government will fall in an apocalyptic orgy of destruction reminiscent of the sack of Rome by the Visigoths and the Vandals in 410 and 455 A.D. respectively... Ah, the glory that was Rome, and at times like this I get nostalgic for the good old days in the arena at comic-cons . You were my Empress and I loved standing before you. I always rather wanted to say: "Ave, Julia Drusilla , we who are about to die salute you!" Well, maybe one day. My little trip probably won't get that violent, but the Mak...
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I Remember You!

Dear Juliet More precisely, I have not forgotten, abandoned or discarded you. You're worth a lot. I'll be along later with a full article, and I lit a candle for Tony in the lady chapel today. Love, James
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Back To the Future With the GPO Phone!

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Dear Juliet A long day, too little sleep, searching around for a supportive subject to tell you about and what do I find? My new phone! To say that it's not a smartphone would be putting it mildly. In fact, it's a replica of the old rotary dial devices dumped on the nation by the General Post Office (GPO) over thirty years ago. I grew up with them, and I was a bit cheesed off we threw away one of the originals too quickly. So when I changed my broadband and my old BT landline phone couldn't handle it, I went back to the future and replaced it with a replica of our fine old family phone. I can see your eyes glazing over with boredom, so I'll be brief. Not knowing anything about U.S. telecommunications history, I guessed this style of phone would look like something from Mars to you. But then I looked at Tom Hanks' telephone scene in Sleepless In Seattle  again and realised you did actually have something similar back then. I don't think I'll be doing the ki...
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Another Hug From Shropshire

Dear Juliet I think you need a good long hug. 🤗 There. Hope you enjoyed it! With love, James
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Two O'clock In the Morning And Dru's Nibbling At My Earlobe...

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Dear Juliet I'm navigating the fact that you're deeply upset about losing Tony and the realisation Buffy may terminally have been holed below the waterline, and part of me thought of a couple of Fix-It schemes. But I think maybe the last thing you want is someone cheerily to attempt the impossible on your behalf. So I thought what I might try to do at this, the midnight hour (and no, Drusilla is not nibbling on my earlobe), is say that even if Buffy , Dru and Hollywood itself had never existed, I'd feel the same way about you. That's because of your own innate worth. That je ne sais quoi which makes you stick out in the crowd and stay stuck in the mind. And as Elvis said, you were always on my mind . Pre-dawn in New York, with the Empire State Building solidifying from dawn's mists. On Washington's streets, surrounded by striking workers. Chicago, mid-morning, waiting on the bus to Amarillo. Oklahoma City, 4.30 am on a dark day... All night long in Vegas, at t...
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