March 2011
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Mar 28th
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Mar 27th
Hinge and Racket →
It wasn’t even as though we were talking loudly. We were sat at a table on the train with an elderly man across the aisle, and I turned to Robert and said, “So. Did ******* shag that 18 year old,…
Mar 26th
Free and Easy →
A funny thing happened to me the other day: I got a lottery ticket. The strange thing about this was that I hadn’t asked for it, and I hadn’t paid for it. It came free with my Merseyrail…
Mar 23rd
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Mar 20th
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Ay Carumba →
It says “no description available” underneath that video. I think that’s appropriate. P.S. You can donate here.
Mar 18th
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Mar 16th
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Mar 16th
Mar 16th
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James Bond's Guide to the Globe
Originally written for www.ajb007.co.uk, 13th November 2003: One of the incidental pleasures of a Bond film is getting to flit from country to country alongside 007. Who among us hasn’t cooed at the Pyramids in The Spy Who Loved Me, sighed at the exotic beaches of the Bahamas in Thunderball, or thought, “hmm, Saigon looks an awful lot like Bangkok” during Tomorrow Never Dies? Vijay may have...
Mar 16th
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Mar 15th
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Mar 15th
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Pardon me boy - is that the Chattanooga... →
You could say I have eclectic musical tastes. How else do you describe someone whose last three CD purchases were REM’s Collapse Into Me, the Supergirl soundtrack, and a four disc compilation…
Mar 12th
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Mar 11th
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Mar 8th
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Mar 8th
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Peter, Pam, and Petit Fours →
Gloucester: county town of Gloucestershire, historic city in the Cotswolds, home to Fred and Rosemary West. Possessor of a stunningly beautiful cathedral, a past going back two thousand years, and…
Mar 7th
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Death.
My nan has died. She was my second nan - my Nana, to be exact.  She was my Dad’s mum.  She was originally from Cape Town, and she fell in love with an Englishman during the war and came back to England with him.  His promises of excitement and adventure led her to… Luton. She had four children with him before he left.  Two girls, two boys.  Then he ran off with a woman down the road,...
Mar 4th
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Night.
I’m awake.  Thousands and thousands of thoughts are swilling round my brain and I can’t stop them.  It’s a swirling plughole of endless repetitious ideas and hatreds and pains, twirling through my mind and breaking up any hope I may have of sleep.  It’s dark, harsh thoughts.  Round and round and I can’t stop them at all.  I can’t find the peace for it.
Mar 3rd