Monthly Archives: August 2011

Compared to what?

Poor squirrel. With your top lip raised and front teeth on show, no doubt an expression of pure agony, frozen in time at the exact point your brain shut down. Look at you there, coiled up with your little paws … Continue reading

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A hundredweight of nonsense

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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A gentle nudge on Society’s arse cheek

I just need to write, really. An exercise in creative outpouring. No reason other than expressing myself in words strung together to be reinterpreted by other folk at other junctions in their life and the world. Hopefully the people that … Continue reading

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An exercise in self indulgence

I am me, and in the sickly sweet words as presented by Colin Firth in the beautifully presented but otherwise largely insubstantial motion picture ‘The Kings Speech’ – I HAVE A VOICE. Whether you are listening or not is purely at … Continue reading

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