It has been said that women are radiant but having checked the definition of radiant it seems it is, sending out light; shining or glowing brightly which put me in mind of a lighthouse which also puts out bright light and makes a noise like a fog horn but this was not the picture I wanted to paint.
Further research led me to the definition which included the example to radiate which was to put out heat, my initial thought here also led me up the garden path, for as we all know, when giving out heat, women glow, men perspire, and horses sweat. Not too bad initially but in these days of equal rights etc, I wondered if women would demand we were all the same and therefore all sweated, once again not the picture of delicate radiance I had wished to portray.
Perhaps the image of woman, radiating delicate beauty and softness is perhaps a little old fashioned and one I should steer away from and look more in the direction of the superwoman type of character, luminous and flashing through the sky radiant with super human powers.
I know very little of the sort of film I have just described which means the next sentence will not contain much information of any practical use to anyone who may wish to embark on a new career as a superwoman or superman for that matter, the only snippet I do have is, should you find yourself in close proximity to kryptonite which is radiating an eerie green light remove yourself from the situation as fast as you can, preferable without coming into contact with the substance.
Well, I have to leave now as my wife has just entered the room looking radiant in her new frock, we are off to visit friends and shall be travelling in one of my motorcars as neither of us possess the superhuman ability to fly.
About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin
I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work due to losing my agent when I became a full time carer to my mother who had dementia. and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent.
Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work.
I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise.
I spent many years looking after my aged mother and shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013.
My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie.
I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on Amazon.co.uk and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes.
I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage.
My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse.
I have written a number of different books all available on Amazon, so don't be shy should you feel the urge to purchase. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Mr-Joe-Wells/e/B06XKWFQHT/ref=dp_byline_cont_book_1
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