Yet another post without Liberace

August 25, 2011

I hope that by relating the story of poor Jean Lucille below, it will help calm the hysteria of the North American East Coast readers who were so devastated by the recent catastrophic earthquake. Our thoughts are with you and the dozens upon dozens of broken tea cups…

In 1982, a mentally handicapped woman named Jean Lucille “Jeannie” Saffin was sitting with her 82-year-old father at their home in Edmonton, in northern London. According to her father, a flash of light caught his eye. When he turned to his daughter, he saw that her upper body was enveloped in flames. Mr. Saffin and his son-in-law, Donald Carroll, managed to put out the blaze, but Jeannie died of her third-degree burns about a week after entering the hospital. According to Carroll, “the flames were coming from her mouth like a dragon and they were making a roaring noise.” There was no smoke or fire damage in the room.

Love is a burning thing
and it makes a fiery ring
bound by wild desire
I fell in to a ring of fire…

I fell in to a burning ring of fire
I went down,down,down
and the flames went higher.
And it burns,burns,burns
the ring of fire
the ring of fire.

The taste of love is sweet
when hearts like our’s meet
I fell for you like a child
oh, but the fire went wild..

I fell in to a burning ring of fire
I went down,down,down
and the flames went higher.
And it burns,burns,burns
the ring of fire
the ring of fire.

Whenever you are in doubt about how best to get on with things, you can always turn to Johnny Cash… Even when you are under attack by your kitten, like this fine upstanding citizen – of course his forehead does provide a tantalizing target.