http://mogggy.org/pami/AThinGhost.mp3 If you appreciate genuine Ghost Stories and truly atmospheric supernatural films, you`re going to love this MP3. I compiled it about 15 years ago, combining the scariest/creepiest audio moments from both films and narrated ghost stories. Listened to in the dark with maybe a candle or two for company, it will make the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. The running time is an hour and a half, please take and make the time to listen. For best results, light some candles and incense, relax, lie back in a dimmed room, just enough to be able to still see the shadows in the corners of the room. This MP3 is 84MB, please allow between 3-4 minutes to download initially, time enough to put the kettle on, or crack open a bottle of red and let it breathe. For any subsequent listenings it should download almost instantaneously. Let me know what you think, I`d appreciate your feedback. Here are a list of the films I`ve taken clips from:
The Innocents
The Haunting 1961 b/w
The Uninvited b/w 1944
Wuthering Heights 1939
Herzog`s `Nosferatu the Vampyre`
Oh Whistle and I`ll come to you (Jonathan Miller)
The Woman in Black
A Warning to the Curious
Dracula (Coppolla)
Night of the Demon
The Signalman
M.R. James (Audio)
The Changeling


Stuff I`m into....

Nature, beauty, art, faerie fantasy art, music, animals, particularly cats, bats, badgers and wild British animals and birds, bees, the human voice, singing, drawing, my daily cappucino, butterfly kisses & cuddles from my kids, long light Spring nights, sequins, glitter, purple, Moggy, dawn and dusk, thunderstorms, the found of heavy rain and wild winds, the moon, fae, faeries, my faery garden, purple and blue flowers, secret walled gardens, ivy, moss and twig faeryhouses, grottos, crystals, ivy covered tombstones, standing stones, incense, ancient trees, forests and woods, crop circles, gothic ruins, good dark chocolate, violet and rose cremes, will o` the wisp, seahorses, pumpkins, halloween, reedy ponds and dragonflies, ghosts, wraiths, mermaids, sirens and sylphs, dragons and elves, ghost and supernatural films with plenty of chill and atmosphere, collecting quality ghost stories and films, Edwardian and Victorian childrens books, good comedy, Haworth, vampires, gothic ephemera, sea, sky, clouds, caves, deserted beaches, sunset, stars on a clear night, old books with a musty smell and some foxing, vintage stuffed toys, Pendle, wicca, being left handed, wearing black and alternative clothes, Karma perfume, sharing a Birthday with Kate, tea and cakes in old fashioned tearooms, cakestands, pre-raphaelite imagery.... all these things make life worth living!

These songs are amongst some of my favourites, if you have the time, stay a while and listen...

http://www.mogggy.org/pami/DaylightKaty.mp3
http://www.mogggy.org/pami/Julia.mp3
http://www.mogggy.org/pami/KeepaWatchontheShoreline.mp3
http://www.mogggy.org/pami/WideOpenSpace.mp3

The Hair of the Widow of Bridlington by Jake Thackray

She was a widow in Bridlington, she was, was the widow of Brid,
Small and bonny at forty-two,
With eyes of very unsettling blue,
And what she thought she ought to do
She did, she did, she did;
Whatever she thought she ought to do
She did, did the widow of Brid.

"My only darlings dead, he is, and all my children grown;
The house has emptied, all the love birds flown.
In place of widows weeds I`ll let my coal black hair grow long
As glossy as a blackbird`s wing, as cocky as his song"

She found that she could please herself, she could, could the widow of Brid
Swim in the sea when she felt hot
Stay in bed when she did not
And she began to laugh a lot
To sing and dance and laugh a lot
She did, did the widow of Brid

And sometimes she would drop the shopping, leave the bed unmade
And sit till evening on the esplanade
She`d sometimes go to church and call on Jesus` name,
She fed as any blackbird would, whenever hunger came

She learned to play the violin, she did, did the widow of Brid
And Saturday night in a drinking shop
She jumped upon the counter top
And fiddled till the dancers dropped
She did, she did, she did
Stomping upon the copper top
She did, did the widow of Brid

She was fond of fishing boats, and all the beardy crew
And partial to a salty kiss or two
And some of them would gruffly whisper, `Marry me and stay`
But blackbirds do their singing from a different bush each day

She had a massive motorbike, she had, had the widow of Brid
And so she could, when so she wished,
Ride back home early morningish
With her hair in the air and smelling of fish
She did, she did, she did
And every time of a different fish
She did, did the widow of Brid

And though she did no harm the neighbours sniffed, as neighbours do,
And day by day a cankerous rancour grew
And many a pair of front-room curtains twitched and shook with rage
For she was wild as blackbirds are, and they were in a cage.

They came and broke her window panes, they did, of the widow of Brid
Spat upon her cycle shed
Dragged her out of her Sunday bed
And cropped her hair and shaved her head
They did, they did, they did
They chopped the hair, and shaved the head
They did, of the widow of Brid

And when her sobs and hiccups stopped she tidied everywhere
She cleaned the shed, she swept up all the hair
Some few of them came back in shame to ask her would she stay,
But if you ever startle blackbirds, blackbirds go away

She sold up house and bought a wig, a wig, did the widow of Brid
And unrepenting, undeterred,
She thundered off to cause a stir
In poor old bloody Scarborough
She did, she did, she did
"Forget the spit, and the window pane
Bugger Brid! I`m still the same
My hair will always grow again"
It did, it did it did
"My hair will always grow again"
It did, it did did, did, on the widow of Brid

http://www.mogggy.org/pami/SaturdayNightSuit.mp3

Below are the cartoons I did for HOMEGROUND in the mid-nineties, brought the little smard fame and fortune it did....

Some of my favourite images, theres far too many to put on show here, but there are loads more if you click on `view my images` above:-

Above:- Bjork - My daughter Emily would LOVE this dress....she adores swans

Above:- The late, great Laura Nyro....a beautiful soul

Above:- The wonderful cover of the (unreleased on CD) `Buckingham Nicks` LP

This is Plas Teg, a Jacobean Manor house between Mold and Wrexham, North Wales. My friend Cornelia lives there, and when she bought it in 1986, it was a delapidated hollow shell. Cornelia, almost singlehandedly, and with the help of as many grants as she could lay her hands on, restored the house to its former glory. The house looks the archetypal `haunted house`, and there are several stories involving the ghosts that roam the house and grounds. Regular ghost tours/paranormal groups visit the house, and hold vigils there, although Cornelia pretty much outwardly dismisses the ghostly reputation that the house has, she is happy to let these groups operate there, and t.v crews occasionally, it provides some much needed revenue for her. She bought it with the intention of opening it as a place for people to stay, but a whole series of events stopped her from doing this eventually. The main problem being is that the house is not connected to mains water, it gets its water supply from a natural spring. To this day Cornelia, along with her collection of parrots, lives there with no hot running water, pretty much no heating apart from the fires in the huge fireplaces. If you are ever up in that part of the world, make time to pay Plas Teg a visit. Cornelia opens the house to the public on Sundays, although its worth ringing in advance and checking first (01352 771335). For more details on the full history of the house and latest news please visit the Plas Teg Website, its in the `my favourite sites` section above.

Below: Plas Teg and Cornelia Bayley





Below is a drawing I did for Homeground in the mid nineties, I did it to go with a piece I`d written about Kate`s demo known as `Coming Up` or `Surrender into the Roses`. I figured it was actually `Carmilla` she was singing, and that it was inspired by J. Sheridan Le Fanu`s story `Carmilla`. The reproduction of the drawing is poor because this is a copy, the original was lost.