Little Red Snob

April 10, 2012 § Leave a comment

Strange Hands

November 30, 2011 § Leave a comment

Strange Hands
written by Niki Daly

I spotted him at the entrance of a supermarket – the other me.


Ours was not just a good resemblance – but a total look alike. Even his clothes were the same as those I sometimes wore. I’d heard of such things; doppelgangers they’re called. But the sight of him shocked me and I felt compelled to tail him – like a shadow – as he walked around the aisles filling his basket with the very same items that I had come to buy that day.

Panic stricken, I left him at a cash point and rushed home to tell my wife what had happened to me. But upon reaching home, I was unable to open the front door – the bloody key had got jammed in the lock!


I began calling out, ‘Open up!’


I peered through the frosted glass panel and saw her coming down the long passage. But before reaching the door, she stopped. I couldn’t understand why she just stood there when I needed to be let into my own house. Finally, I heard her say, ‘I don’t open the door to strangers.’

‘For God’s sake, let me in. I’m not a stranger – it’s me!’ I pleaded. My voice sounded odd – hoarse with exhaustion. Then I began pounding the door with my fists.
‘Go away, or I’ll call the police!’ she cried.


Later, when the handcuffs were removed, I was let go and told not to be a nuisance.


I walked to a park, found a bench, sat down and tried to gather myself. My hands hurt like hell. I held them up to examine the damage caused by the hammering they had taken. And as I looked at them, I knew – with a chilling certainty – that those red knuckled, bloodied hands did not belong to me.





Oh, what a morning!

November 27, 2011 § Leave a comment

Oh, what a morning
to put on my tights
go balletic and take in sights –
The Great Wall of China
Prado – Spain
the Queen’s pajamas . . .
then home again!


Some More People I’d like to Strangle

September 13, 2011 § Leave a comment

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The trouble making attorney who drives house buyers bonkers

Some People I’d like to Strangle

September 12, 2011 § Leave a comment

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The red haired editor who rejected my teenage novel
because it contained 222 ‘f” words.

Paper Dolls can be Fun

August 23, 2011 § Leave a comment

I would like to encourage you all to play with paper dolls.  It’s extremely good for your mental health I believe.  So here’s a genuine Niki Dali paper Doll for you to cut out and dress.  I encourage you to design a wardrobe for your paper doll, remembering at all times to adhere to classical lines and happy fabrics. Do send me your creations and I will put them up for everyone to enjoy.

Some Dolls I’ve Met!

August 9, 2011 § Leave a comment

I’ve met some crazy dolls in my time – believe me.

See Tessie Troll (doll in the middle with crazy hair)? You don’t want to mess with her. See those Wettums? That’s Tessie’s work. She knows just what to say to make those dollys cry. Bet she’s just told them that they have stale air for brains.

Don’t let Little Miss Dimple Knees fool you. She hangs around with soldiers, going: ‘Ooh, do you have any secret weapons for me, Mr Soldier? Give you one of my carrots for your rifle.’

Helga from the Low Countries would make a nice friend if she would only stop whistling that maddening tune that goes ‘Gilly, Gilly, Ossenfeffer, Katzenellen Bogen By The Sea’

I just love hanging out with The Wooly Booley Twins. They’re full of jazz and cotton wool, and say cool things like ‘Yo!’ and ‘Wazzup!’

So, wanna hang out in Toyland with me sometime?