How true is this?

Fine, lets go with some mind control based amusement here tonight. Its fair to say that this appealed to me more than it would to some, because I’ve been an actress, I’ve been there, and seen chaos (and events) like this in my career. That is to say I’ve seen actresses who behave like these dancers, without the ‘aid’ of being mind controlled. I dont remember ever being like this, but fine, the memories of some senior school play groups might be vague!

https://mcstories.com/Backstage/index.html

Put it this way, I’ve seen prop rooms that make this one seem well organised, lol! And fine, I’ve seen stage hands that fancied an actress, and werent too subtle about showing it, but anyway… Mind, whether I ever cast eyes over a fellow actor, or actress, I’m not going to say! 😛

Fine, this is a ballet group, not an amateur dramatic theatre production, but in truth, in the sense of this, they’re pretty much interchangeable! I would say its remarkable as to how well its written, but fine, I know the author is one of the top people at one of the studios producing mind control movies, so probably judging by what she’s seen, this might even be pretty tame stuff?

Even if I could remember names from the dim, distant past who carried on like this, which I dont, I wouldnt name them, in case they did happen to be around, and read this.

But yes, anyone in the acting, or seemingly, dancing industry (Oh, Clara Johnson…) who hasnt seen something a bit like this, well, you’ve had a quiet, and shaded life,  lol!

OK, video time. Well, it has to be some dancing, it has to include Clara Johnson, and it has to be a Busby Berkeley choreography, on what would have been his 123rd birthday. You have to survive the first 50 seconds or so, but after that, pure dance delight

Christmas time, dont let the Physio end!

To be honest, in an ideal world, I’d probably ignore the build up to Christmas for as long a period of time as I could, but today was the day I had to accept it was coming soon.

Why? Simple! Currently I have a session of Physiotherapy, every 4 weeks, on a Tuesday. So, given I had one today, there is one small snag with booking the next one for 4 weeks time, it is the 25th day, of the 12th month, otherwise known as Christmas Day! And 5 weeks from now is New Years Day, so it will now be 6 weeks before I can go again, eek!

In truth, at this moment, I see this as less of an issue than I did before discovering the benefits of an hour in a flotation tank! Yes, its official, my back is better now than its been for 15 months, but not yet by a dramatic amount, but maybe its getting there? Not going to ever be right, I’m sure, but apparently I have more mobility in my spine now than I’ve had since it fractured. As I say, baby steps at this point, but given thats the official Physio view, oh wow!

And yes, guilty, I only did it so quickly because of the ‘weirdness’ factor, but look at the old girl now! No, I dont know how, and neither does the Physio, but neither of us really care, in truth. And yes, I have 2 more session in the ‘brainwashing pod’ planned before Christmas, which will help too.

But yes, depressingly, this was the first day I had to really acknowledge the coming of Christmas, ah well…

Right, the first, but almost certainly not the last Christmas music video of the season. Not one of the golden age classics from the 70’s, something far more recent in fact. But it has that golden age feel, so…

She is the torch, was I the flame?

Just a thought I had, but only after the event about Tuesday, which I suspect that only an expert in hypnosis can answer, but if one reads this, and is prepared to answer, I’d love to know.

On Tuesday, I thought I’d try a little self hypnosis while in the flotation tank, try and clear my mind, just blank things out, and enjoy the sensation, which I did. Initially I thought I’d see if I could create a robot frame of mind while in self trance, but failed completely. No idea if it was me, the surroundings, or just that the concept wouldnt take?

So, Plan B, I tried to do a self regression, and see if I could call up Clara Johnson, my past life self. Much to my surprise, and delight, that worked! As also reported, she wasnt very keen, to put it mildly, on this weird modern, new age stuff, and panicked accordingly! Again, as mentioned before, by the time I just calmed her down a bit, I got the musical signal that the session was coming to an end, so I cut her off, and brought myself back in control.

But in hindsight, if I hadnt been able to calm her down, would I have been able to take back control so easily? I’m assuming, my mind, I must have ultimate control, but if I’ve passed the mental baton to her, is that really the case? And if ‘I’d’ come out of the pod, and she was still in charge, what could have happened? Could it even happen?

I must admit, in truth, I’d rather a hypnotist was in control of that scene, not only because things would definitely get done properly, but it might be a more successful way of getting answers out of Clara than me, trying to ask ‘her’ myself! Which, lets face it, is the main thing I want to do anyway, learn more about her.

Is it even a smart move me trying to regress myself like this, when I have no great hypnotic skills? Could a hypnotist get me to think I was really a robot, or brainwashed in one of those pods?

All intriguing thoughts, that I really have no answers to, but would love to get some. Anyone want to help me with a tape/download or something? Well, if you’re in West Yorkshire, could do more, but otherwise…? Yes, going back in the ‘brainwashing pod’, fine, flotation tank twice next month, so…

Right, video time. A bit of Soft Cell, featuring Cindy Ecstasy, who was actually providing the guys with Ecstasy at the time, hence the surname. The mystery is, a few years after this, she vanished without trace. Might be related to the drug dealing, might be related to fame, who knows? Is she still alive, or not, no one seems to know? But yes, here she was the Torch. Question is, am I Clara’s torch, or is she mine?

Its Disney, but not as we know it!

If there’s one thing you wouldnt expect a submissive female like myself to post, its a story with a woman dominating men, right? So fine, I’m breaking that rule, and posting this.

https://mcstories.com/UntoldStories/index.html

Lets just say that the Snow White in this isnt the traditional view you might have of her. But yes, its a funny twist on the concept of Snow White, and the Dwarfs, I must say. Oh fine, I laughed a lot at events here. I might just add that anyone who doesnt like cruelty to bluebirds, might want to avoid the ending, lol.

Fine, given the author’s style, I’m just wondering who’s going to be the leather/latex clad Dominatrix, Cinderella, or Sleeping Beauty, when she wakes up! I’d put money on the former, as part of the changes her fairy godmother makes to her, but I will have to wait and see. That would be a fine part for me, I must say.

Oh, and tonight, thanks to Eric, I ended up watching a crazy combination of Tom and Jerry crashing into the Wizard of Oz! Would I want to be the good witch, or the bad witch, hmm? Probably depends what the outfits are like, lol. Mind, with my looks, Wicked Witch would be more apt! More fun too, I suspect? 😉

I know, thats not Disney, but close enough!

Right, video time. Going back to the ‘good’ Snow White for this one, though she doesnt actually appear in this video! But tomorrow, yes, its off to work I go, back permitting!

In a silent world

Oh fine, I hope I know what everyone wants to hear about, so lets have a duplicate blog tonight, so I can cover all events.

OK, the flotation tank experience. I did check, and double check directions on Google Maps before leaving, but still managed to turn the wrong way when I got off the bus, but realised that in seconds, so no great issue.

The owner of the business quickly made me feel at home, and after the necessary form filling, I was soon in the room with the flotation tank. A shower, then in I went, and ‘laid’ down. If the roof was meant to come down to seal you in the pod, I never worked out how to do it. I’ve certainly seen enclosed pods, but whether this isnt set up for that, or was just me being blonde, no idea? Would have loved that, but in truth, once I turned out the lights, it was very dark, and apart from the whole enclosed sensation, would have been hard to tell the difference.

Yes, I relaxed easily, and just lay there enjoying the whole sensation, and loving the lack of any pressure on my fragile back. Anyway, once comfortable, settled, and everything else good, I decided to do a little experiment with self hypnosis, try to empty my mind a little (or ideally a lot) and see what developed from there.

It took me a while to get there (about 5-10 minutes too long, as I was to discover), but when I did, I tried to get a little bit of robot into my mind and body, but couldnt really get it to work, probably because robots dont generally float in water, lol.

So I went to Plan B, this time with startling success. Having emptied my mind of myself, I tried to self regress myself back to Clara Johnson. Incredibly, it worked. Snag was, Clara wasnt quite certain where she was, as these new age things werent around in the 1930’s, and panicked a bit finding herself seemingly floating in a dark room. I did set to trying to calm her down, and had just succeeded, and was just beginning to let her take control when I heard something I didnt want to hear, the music starting up again, which meant I had only 5 minutes left. So unfortunately, I had to say ‘goodbye’ to her, start to switch back to me, so I was back in control at the end of the session.

In truth, I have no idea if I was just going to let Clara experience the float, or whether I was going to ask her questions, as I never really reached that point. Not quite sure if I could ask her questions anyway, or whether someone else would have to ask ‘me’ them, in truth? I suspect would have to be the latter, as my mind was in Clara mode? So asking questions of herself, without a script?

So yes, I’m going to have to go back again, for sure, and this time get her involved far more quickly. If nothing else, seeing life through her eyes, and feeling her thoughts, for more than a few seconds will be amazing.

Another shower, a glass of water, then back to real life. Yes, cold, wet, and lousy services by First Buses!

Oh, and by the way, yes, the back feels a whole lot better too! So 2 pieces of good news, for the price of 1!

I can hear you asking, is she still going to try acupuncture now? The answer is yes, got to give both a chance, lets face it. And besides, they might use the needles loaded with robotising nanites! Yeah, I wish! 😛

But yes, the whole flotation tank experience, truly amazing for me, and maybe Clara needs to try it again, just to see how she really feels, lol?

Right, video time. Well, I was floating, not running, but otherwise it was certainly silent when the music stopped.

 

In my brainwashing pod?

No, not really, I’m not fortunate enough to own one of them, and sadly, I’ve never found anyone else with one either, that would let me be brainwashed by it, at least. Oh fine, as far as I know, strictly, they dont exist. But one thing that has been compared to them, is the sensory deprivation tank, better known as a flotation tank.

You know the things I’m sure, you lay down in body core temperature water, with tons of salt in it, so you literally cant do anything but float. But then you shut the lid down, and you’re in a soundproof chamber. Then you turn out the lights, just lay there, and relax… Yes, its meant to be good for me, and not just in a weird way, because it will quite literally take all pressure off my back while floating, and the sensation should help with the pain.

No, sadly, no one is likely to play a tape or anything telling me that I’m being brainwashed, or processed to be turned into a robot, but the chances of me imagining that, while laying there, well, it might happen!

To be honest, I dont know if, within an hour, even if someone did do that, whether it would make any difference to my mind, who knows? Several hours, or an overnight (and seemingly where I’m going, they do an all night float once a week) stay in the chamber, with said messages being fed to your mind, who knows?

In truth, I’ve fancied trying one of these things for years, even before my back went, for the ‘other things’ it might do to your mind. Now I have a legitimate reason for doing so. And thanks to a couple of wonderful guys (extra prize in year long golf competition), I can now afford to do so. So yes, assuming the booking is still available now (it was a few hours ago), I’m planning to go and get brainwashed, sorry, help to heal my back in a flotation tank on Tuesday! Ooh!

OK, video time. A real Beach Boys oldie, seemingly live!

Retirement home, on the beach?

OK, fine, they think its all over, well it pretty much is now, lol. No, I’m not talking about the current government, though that might yet prove to be apt. But being strictly politically neutral on UK matters…well…? No, seriously, I mean my little break in the sun.

Of course, the sixty four million dollar question is, has the break in the sun done my back any good? Well, I’ve been taking less pills than usual, so I guess thats a good sign, but how long the effects will really last when I get back to the UK, who knows? I certainly havent missed not hearing all about the chaos at home over Brexit, and other stuff, for sure.

Yesterday, I headed to Vila Real De Santo Antonio as planned, and had a look around. In a sense, its more my sort of town than Faro would be, more peaceful, laid back, and dare I say it, old fashioned? Sadly I didnt get to Spain, as I reached the ferry terminal after town, and lunch, to see it pulling out for Ayamonte, across the river, in a different country, and given the next one wasnt for another hour in the off season, I didnt wait. That would have put me on the 2.30 ferry across, so earliest back at 4.00, and then needing to get back to Monte Gordo, all would have got a bit late for me. Maybe another time, maybe not, who knows?

Today, as I have done most days (gentle exercise, which is good) I took my stroll down along the front, and down part of the boardwalk, over the beach. I did some shopping, a little bit more than I’d planned, but nothing too dramatic. Oh, I got one of those coats, seems they had a zip up version as well for same price, so deal done! So I guess at some point soon I’ll need to go into work looking like a 30’s film star, lol. No, its silly really, I dont need a winter coat, but… Yes, I found the PIN for my credit card, but then found they only took cash, no cards, aargh!

I must admit, if, as I hope, I can retire somewhere with all year round warmth, then Monte Gordo has done a pretty good publicity job this week. I know its off season, but its quieter than the more popular end of the Algarve, its pleasantly warm, even in mid November (70 today), and cost of living is definitely lower than the UK too. But whether I will be in a position to make it happen, who knows? Will it even be possible once we’ve left the EU to move out here easily? Rolls eyes… Who me, a remain vote, well, you might think that, but I couldnt possibly say! 😛

Last amusing note, before I close for this holiday. There is a spa at the hotel I’m staying at. I did notice on their website that the spa does those body wrap things, and I’ve always fancied that. Go into my cocoon as the ugly caterpillar, come out the beautiful butterfly, yeah, I wish! So today, with budget sorted, I went to see how much it was. Yes, as I expected, way above what I had left, 80 Euros, for admittedly 80 minutes of pure pampering heaven. So, a fair price, but… To be honest, it was pretty much all above my budget, but I guess a 4 star hotel with spa (I’d say closer to 3, but anyway…), thats probably going to be the case. The thing was, they had a special offer for a hot stone massage, at 49 Euros. for 50 minutes of pampering, which I could just about scrape together. But anyway, being practical, I checked on Google, and it said not advised for people with Osteoporosis issues, so I ended up passing. Probably would have been fine, but better safe than sorry with boring old me!

It was funny tonight at dinner, I got asked why I was drinking Coke, when everybody else was drinking wine, so I explained about the painkillers, and all that. Again I wonder if thats just me being extra cautious, as I know people taking those pills, and drinking booze, and being fine, but…I am being boring, lol!

Tonights video is a song that might have passed most people by, especially as its now 33 years old! The late, great, Kirsty MacColl for your delight

 

Wouldnt it be a fun role?

A sense of fairness means I’d have to proclaim this story, even if it wasnt so good, because I suggested the concept for this. Well, the flapper bit at least, the genius author did the rest!

https://mcstories.com/Flapper/index.html

This guy has already done a couple of pieces on the EMCSA which are pure scripts, and yes, he knows there are several parts I’d love in those. In fact, in Occulus, he was the one that suggested I read the part of the Inspector’s wife for myself, and yes, its a part I’d love to play, given the chance. There is the slight snag that she is supposed to be in her 40’s, and I’m 60, but apart from that, I’d sure give it a try!

But yes, fine, in Flapper, I’d die to play dear sweet Edna, and would think I’ve gone to heaven if I did. Of course the snag is, the age difference is even greater, and fine, I’d need the opposite treatment to her, to be hypnotised to speak with a Southern accent instead of my own! OK, y’all? And yes, I think the use of Johnson as her surname was pretty deliberate too. Not mine, but a name close to my heart, so…

But go on, read it, and have a little bit of fun. Just imagine a twenty something me, complete with entranced ‘natural Southern accent’ reading that part, and indeed performing that role. Yes, wouldnt that be good? And of course, in a hypnotised state, Edna is living without a care.

Well, if those two lines, plus the blog title havent given a clue to the song, I dont know what I have to do! One thing to fool you, no Nik Kershaw to be seen. I know little, or nothing about modern group, but I gave this Placebo live cover version a try, and I’m impressed, so…

Sitting on a railway station

Well, if I were to update you on what I did yesterday, you’d be bored stiff, because I did pretty much what an ‘old crock’ like myself should do, I had a relatively easy day. I went out for a gentle stroll (bit further than planned), had a bite of lunch, then headed back to the hotel again, via a stop for an Ice Cream. Fallen asleep yet? 😛

Today however, was far more amusing, which is the only reason you’re getting this tonight. My original plan had been to head into town (about 11.15), have a stroll, get a coffee, then head down and get the 12.30 bus to Vila Real De Santo Antonio, have a bite of lunch, then hop on the ferry, cross into Spain, just because its easily done (ferry takes 15-20 minutes to cross), have a look round, then come back again. No, as you gathered, I didnt do that!

Instead, as I got into town, just after 11.30, the seemingly slightly delayed 11.27 bus to Faro swung into sight, so I got on that instead! I will do the other trip later in the week, but for now… There may not be a bus every 10 minutes, but they do believe in comfortable bus seats over here, so nice! Fares are similar for distance as at home, for those interested, so it can be done, First Buses!

But the sweetest thing for me, was one of my fellow passengers, at least until Tavira, where she got off. To say this woman was the spitting image of an elderly Gloria Swanson (as in Sunset Boulevard era, or just later) was remarkable. Gloria (if I remember right) was tiny, under 5 foot tall, I believe, but in truth this woman wasnt much taller than that! Oh, and this woman was speaking fluent Portuguese, but other than that… She had the perfect diva attitude too (though I’ve heard nice things said about Swanson, so maybe she didnt?) as she showed when someone was trying to help her with her bags, after she got off the bus.

The rest of the drive to Faro was positively sedate, other than the song that got stuck in my head, this one

In truth, after just over 20 years, I didnt remember much of Faro, beyond the basic set out, but I suspect its changed in that time anyway. Bus station is still as ancient as it was then, mind, certainly no overhaul there!

At home, generally the bus fares are cheaper than the trains, and they take longer to get places, though because of the route the train takes, that doesnt work between Huddersfield and Bradford, because the train ambles round via Halifax. In the old days, the train was also more reliable, but that no longer happens! Here in Portugal, the bus fare was actually more expensive than the train (5.70 Euros, to 5.05 on train), takes longer to do the journey, even allowing for the long walk to the station (about a mile) from here. The snag is, Portuguese trains make Trans Pennine Express look reliable, and thats quite an achievement!

The train back to Monte Gordo from Faro was meant to leave at 3.00, and take 62 minutes for the journey. Even with a 20 minute walk, that should beat a 3.15 bus that takes 83 minutes for the journey! The thing is… The train pulled in from Lagos (yes, Nigeria isnt the only one to have a place of that name) at 3.03, about 4 minutes late, so we all get on. Then a minute later, we all get told to get off again. I have no idea what the announcement said, as it was only given in Portuguese, not a lot of use to most passengers who were tourists! Anyway, said train reversed back down the platform, and sat just outside the station. Just after 3.25, it plodded back into the station, we all got on (and stayed on) and a few minutes later, it set off for Vila Real De Santo Antonio!

I finally got back to Monte Gordo about 30 minutes after I should have, and still nearly made it into town before the bus passed me! Ah well…

Oh, and this leads to the second video of the day, the song I was singing to myself at the station, when I was wondering what the train was doing!

Not the young ones any more?

Right, firstly for those who know how to read both blogs, they’re going to be the same for the rest of the week, as the old lady is away on holiday, so pretty much all events will relate to that, and there’s no point writing pretty much the same stuff twice. Yes, in Portugal, on the Algarve for those who care, and want to flood me with money to spend…? Oh fine, teasing on last points, though after one item I saw today, I wouldnt say no to 32.50 Euros, if anyone is offering, more on that shortly.

In truth, getting here (Monte Gordo, for those who’d like to know, hotel details for a reasonable bribe! See above!) was pretty straightforward. Flight left on time, landed on time, and wheelchair soon arrived to take me through. I dont know the name of the gentleman, but not only did he get me through passport control, and handle my case for me, he literally wheeled me all the way to the minibus to take me to the hotel, which was far more than I was expecting. If anyone at Faro Airport can work out who this was, give him my thanks, and yes, I tipped accordingly! Minibus driver tried to match him by taking both my bags right up to hotel counter (I was last dropped off) for me, and yes, he got tipped too!

Dinner last night was fun. Nothing to do with the food, which was basic, but good, but the age of the people eating there. Yes, when at 60, you’re one of the youngest there, well… I think that its because a lot of senior citizen Europeans from chillier climes now come south for the whole of the winter (if they can afford it, not me!), and clearly this hotel is a prime destination for that! There were a number of younger people at breakfast this morning, so I think its just us that are less able, or less inclined to go out to eat who do this, me included now!

Anyway, after a gentle morning catching up on internet, and watching a bit of the remembrance service, I went out for a stroll around town. Its a typical, out of main season, seaside tourist resort, nothing exciting in truth. But it will more than do me. Nice boardwalk along the front, which I walked along, with several breaks to let my body recover, including one for coffee, and one for lunch, as well as a few just breaks for rest.

After that, I took a stroll more into the built up area of town (still not large), and looked in a few shops. I saw one lovely top that would definitely work as a 20’s look, and at about 14 Euros, will definitely be coming home with me, if I have the money at end of the week. I also saw the most gorgeous (fake) fur jacket type thing, which I loved, partly because it was gorgeous, and partly because it was so 30’s, though of course it would more likely have been real fur back then! Yes, shopkeeper saw me looking at it, so I asked price, see above, 32.50 Euros. No, I came on a tight budget, so probably not, but if I do have that much at end of week, its coming home for sure! Can just imagine Clara Johnson wearing something like that, though probably in real fur! Love, love, love!

Oh, lastly, the hotel. The front looks very modern, but the rooms (well, the one I’m in, anyway), have a much more old fashioned feel. Its not literally on the corridor, the rooms are set back a little, in pairs, and are huge by hotel standards. I literally have a double sized bedroom, a bathroom, and a large lounge area, where I’m typing this. It lacks coffee making facilities (I’ve been spoiled by UK/US hotels, I guess?), but other than that, its gorgeous!

Oh, the other weird thing? In the UK, and US nowadays, its prohibited to smoke pretty much anywhere indoors, in public buildings. Seems in Portugal, thats not the case. I finished my coffee this morning, turned to get up, and got ‘hit’ by the smell of cigarette smoke. Then I noticed the ash tray on every table, lol. Ah well…

Fine, video time. I’m guessing from the 50th Anniversary tour thing, that this must be from about 2008/09? Cliff, and the Shadows definitely still had it back then. Though no, I have no plans for any young ones of my own! 😛