About ellacraigwrites

Ella Craig was born in Bristol and raised in South Gloucestershire where she trained as a lab technician. Fancying a change, she moved to Devon and worked in call centres, shops, and as an office temp along with a brief stint as an artist’s model (she kept her clothes on). Ella now lives on a farm in Bulgaria with her husband, three dogs, two cats and a flock of feral chickens. She published her first novel, Sunday Girl, in March 2019.

Song Lyric Sunday: A Rose By Any Other Name

Jim Adams is the host for Song Lyric Sunday.
This week’s theme is  Died at the Age of 27 Club.


Today, I’m not strictly following the prompt because I’ve chosen The Rose by Bette Midler. Who, at the age of 76, is not a member of the 27 Club.

But The Rose is taken from the 1979 film of the same name which was loosely based on the life of Janis Joplin. Who, unfortunately, is a member of this select club.

Yup, she left a fabulous back catalogue of music, but this beautiful song must rate as one of the best tributes, ever! Enjoy.

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you, its only seed

It’s the heart, afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It’s the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
It’s the one who won’t be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul, afraid of dying
That never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun’s love
In the spring becomes the rose

Songwriter(s): Amanda McBroom
© Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp., Third Story Music, Inc.

And here’s a bonus track: Janis rocking out with Tom Jones…

The Saturday Shed – Natural Selection

Image source: pixabay.com

This is a scheduled post using the prompt NOMINATION for inspiration.
(I’m just trying to stay ahead of the game and have a Saturday lie-in).
For those with the time or inclination, feel free to join in the fun!

Next week’s word is ADVICE.


“Which one?” Jerome looked up as Elsie dropped a ring binder on his desk.

“Which one what?” She took the chair opposite him.

“You know what I’m talking about.” He pointed his pen at her. “Don’t make me say it out loud.”

“Not this elaborate crap again?” She folded her arms across her chest. “I’ve made my choice.”

“It’s not as simple as that,” he reminded her. “You can’t just eliminate people on a whim.”

“If you say so.”

“I do.” Jerome opened the folder. “I know I’m a little fussy, but we need a robust paperwork trail. Let’s begin.” He cleared his throat. “In your opinion, who is the most annoying nominee and or candidate?”

“Number two.”

“You answered without any hesitation.” He made a note in the file. “I hope you put plenty of thought into this?”

“I have.”

“Fair enough. Of your selectees, which one would you hate to be stuck in a lift with?”

“Two.”

“Not looking good for Two!” Jerome chuckled. “Two strikes against him or her so far.”

“I told you this was a waste of time. Why prolong the agony?”

“If we don’t adhere to procedure, head office will send someone down to ask awkward questions and generally interfere. We don’t want that, do we?”

Elsie shrugged.

“Do I take that as a yes?”

“If it makes you happy, Jerome.”

“Your attitude leaves a lot to be desired. This will have to go in my report.”

“Can we just get on with this?”

“Relying on your extensive research, who is the one most likely not to be invited to a friend’s wedding, or party, etc?”

“Still Two.”

“The evidence is building up here.” Jerome nodded. “This is not something I make a habit of, but considering your answers, I will let you sign the form now. I’ll complete it later.”

“No, let’s carry on,” said Elsie. “A full house would cement my decision in stone.”

“Just like the corpse of number Two. Okay, I can tell by your face you didn’t find that funny, which brings us to the next question. Which target would you describe as a humourless bastard? Oh, don’t bother answering: it’s two, isn’t it?”

Elsie nodded, and Jerome slumped in defeat.

“Is there any point in reading the last question?”

“We should see this through.” She leaned across and plucked the folder from his hands. “And regarding the next question, am I certain two is the one most likely—”

“—to finish someone’s sentence. Sounds a bit of a tosser, but at least you know which one to take down first.”

“I’ve always known,” Elsie grinned.

“Then sign and date where indicated, and get out of my office.”

“My office now,” said Elsie. She whipped out her gun and put a bullet between his eyes.

Fibbing Friday – Money’s too tight to mention!

Melanie (Sparks From a Combustible Mind) and Di (Pensitivity101) alternate as hosts for Fibbing Friday. To join in, write a post with your answers to the 10 questions below. Tag it #FibbingFriday and link back to Fibbing Friday.


1. GBP
Great big poo!

2. USD
Uncle Sam’s diapers (see no 1).

3. CHF
Crazy Horse Fair – the annual music festival hosted by the Osmonds.

4. EUR
Extra underwear request (see nos 1 & 2.)

5. DOP
Don’t over-salt porridge.

6. INR
Intelligence not required.

7. ISK
Intersex Klingon.

8. JPY
Tense? Just practise yoga!

9. MYR
Mind your rottweiler!

10. THB
In danger of drowning? Then hold your breath.

One-Liner Wednesday: The Women

Today in 1945, the classic movie, Mildred Pierce, premiered in New York.
Give it up for the film noir ladies…


I think that the most important thing a woman can have – next to talent, of course – is her hairdresser.
Joan Crawford


It’s said in Hollywood that you should always forgive your enemies – because you never know when you’ll have to work with them.
Lana Turner


I think your whole life shows in your face and you should be proud of that.
Lauren Bacall


Today everyone is a star – they’re all billed as ‘starring’ or ‘also starring’. In my day, we earned that recognition.
Bette Davis


There are advantages to being a star though – you can always get a table in a full restaurant.
Ingrid Bergman


LindaGHill hosts One-Liner Wednesday. This is not a prompt so there’s no need to stick to the theme. Check out her blog for the rules, read other one-liners, and join in the fun!

Song Lyric Sunday: Sweet and Sour

Jim Adams is the host for Song Lyric Sunday. This week’s theme is Sweet, Honey, Sugar, Candy, Chocolate suggested by Angie of King Ben’s Grandma.


Today is the turn of Annie Lennox with her 1992 hit Walking on Broken Glass. The track is from her solo debut album Diva, which I played to death, much to the delight of my neighbours. Not.

But listening to it again for the first time in twenty-odd years, I find it (sorry, Annie fans) bland. It all seems a bit too polished and pure. This is the only standout song on it for me these days.

Makes me wary of revisiting other music I thought was the bee’s knees just in case those sweet songs have also soured for me over time!

But at least Walking on Broken Glass still holds up under my overly critical eye. And what a cracker it is, with a gorgeously sumptuous video. Check out the cameos by John Malkovich and Hugh Laurie.

Has a broken heart ever looked and sounded more lovely?

Walking on, walking on broken glass
Walking on, walking on broken glass

You were the sweetest thing that I ever knew
But I don’t care for sugar honey if I can’t have you
Since you’ve abandoned me
My whole life has crashed
Won’t you pick the pieces up
‘Cause it feels just like I’m walking on broken glass

Walking on, walking on broken glass

Walking on, walking on broken glass

The sun’s still shining in the big blue sky
But it don’t mean nothing to me
O-o-oh let the rain come down
Let the wind blow through me
I’m living in an empty room
With all the windows smashed
And I’ve got so little left to lose
That it feels just like I’m walking on broken glass

Walking on, walking on broken glass

And if you’re trying to cut me down
You know that I might bleed
‘Cause if you’re trying to cut me down
I know that you’ll succeed
And if you want to hurt me
There’s nothing left to fear
‘Cause if you want to hurt me
You do it really well my dear

Now every one of us was made to suffer
Every one of us is made to weep
We’ve been hurting one another
Now the pain has cut too deep
So take me from the wreckage
Save me from the blast
Lift me up and take me back
Don’t let me keep on walking (don’t let me keep on walking)
I kept on walking on
Keep on walking on broken glass

Walking on, walking on broken glass [repeat to fade]

Songwriter: Annie Lennox
© La Lennoxa Music Co. Ltd.