Category Archives: Poppycock

Mind ramblings making some or little sense

Camberwick Green

Posted on September 5, 2011 by Jim

Isn’t that made of people? Barring confused book/kid’s TV references, what other subjects did I think about as potential blog-mines?  “Daft Punk” was one, maybe the first, I wasn’t really keeping track.  Absoloutley no lifespan in that one, gave up … Continue reading →

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Cat, bag and deep water body

Posted on August 30, 2011 by Jim

It’s a new garden, the lawn is in reasonable nick and there are no flowers or plants yet because we’ve just moved in.  It’s no golf course fairway but it’ll do.  My back is turned, I go to make a … Continue reading →

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The Devil’s in the detail and nostalgia is evil

Posted on August 21, 2011 by Jim

The joy in doing anything is doing it to the best of your ability. Corners are easy to cut, especially in this age of spell checking and hired help. Doing this ‘blog’ will probably take me longer than I should … Continue reading →

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The cat. In the fucking hat.

Posted on August 18, 2011 by Jim

Let’s begin where it all begins, the start of any beginning, the portal to any story or journey.  Lets enter the word fortress from the lexicographic portcullis.  Now the story ends.  The end of the tale, the reader now evacuated from … Continue reading →

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A hundredweight of nonsense

Posted on August 15, 2011 by Jim

Have just seen James Bolam on the telly.  Fairly indifferent to him if I’m honest, would rather be watching some kind of Giant Alligator vs. Massive Cat film or something on ‘Syfy’.  Suspect even that made up cinematic ‘gem’ may … Continue reading →

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