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Old Mother ZoCher peers into her scrying glass and, as the mists of mundane reality clear, she sees <and gasps her last in shock...>
Ariadne
is a Cretan Princess with jet black hair and a billowing white gown, embroidered in gold thread to match her diadem, as I remember her from childhood in a comic book retelling of the Legend of the Minotaur. She carries a handy ball of string and is therefore resourceful and dependable. More so than fickle Theseus.
bear
[original description edited to save his blushes, but - you know, grrrr]
makes me think of the happy Honey Bear on the Moby T-shirts.
Cherry Bomb
is magenta and fizzy and rebarbative. I think of Paula Yates in her burgundy wedding dress or (more likely) Bette Davis at the "White Ball" in Jezebel. She sure cast her spell on the Elephant Boy.
expressionless
is wearing a blankly white Venetian carnival mask but, through the eye slits, you can see
one eye's orange and one is green. The mask is only necessary to protect onlookers from his mesmeric presence.
Flux=Rad
is a boffin in a grubby white coat, mixing the perfect dry martini in a test tube. He peers through his bottle-end spectacles but keeps losing the page in his 13th century Alchemist's Handbook.
Impostor de Jade
Half latin love god / half squirrel. Fabulously sexy mover with unwanted, unseasonal fur.
invisible al
nah, no picture at all. Just a bass rumble in the aether...
Lionheart
sorry, but can't get beyond Kate Bush's "Lionheart" and "Peter Pan steals the kids in Kensington Park", but entirely without the goosebumpy modern reading. Lovechild of the imp of the perverse and a kindly social worker.
Meme Buggerer
is a hugely talented porno star who can do so much more than auto-fellatio, whilst wearing a baseball cap backwards too. Ouch... 
MJ-12
is my friend, MJ(MaryJane), pre-Raphaelite beauty who keeps a dozen disturbed children in order with her talent for discipline. Or, perhaps not...
moriarty
see now, I saw a photo once and the Vaudeville villain image was banished. Now he's the Phantom of the Opera, with the handsome half of his face emerging from the shadows and the other half obscured but inside out, like Lord Lloyd-Webber's.
Persephone
lives in Spartan simplicity at the bottom of the garden, surrounded by nymphs, satyrs, writing materials, and as much chinoiserie as can be stored off the floor on Shaker pegs.
Solitaire Rose
is such a big, thick, muscular, all-in wrestler of a rose that the rest of the parterre is ithering in his shadow and, disheartened, has reverted to scrub. His perfume is dark and heavy and ensnares the unwary.
suds
is obviously bubbly and frothy on the surface and warm, perpetual motion below.
Sweet Jane
snarls and grimaces behind the shades and the panstick, holding us off with the untuned guitar, but listen carefully to the words and you hear a Carole King cover.
Tom Coates
is a made up name if ever I heard one and since I saw his photo, the persona lurched suddenly from Dark Lord to Damon Allbarn.
Old Mother ZoCher is now off to bed with a hot water bottle wrapped in a towel and two rich tea biscuits to dunk in her strong but tepid tea. |
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