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BOLD AND ECLECTIC

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LOST IN THE CLOUD

A high-flying trailer plane snaked up through the sky towards a steep bank of cloud, through which it flew to emerge anew on the other side in what appeared to be spatial independence of its original trail, now looking suspiciously … Continue reading

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THE UNSEEN ARTIST

The clouds that clung to the sky, as to a blank canvas, had been painted a deep red by the setting sun whose brushwork was obscured but evidently not excluded by the rich strands of Turner-esque curtain passing slowly across … Continue reading

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I AM A BLOGGER, NOT A LOGGER

I’m not into logging, I am a blogger, not a logger, and I get to do quite a lot of blogging.  So if it’s blogging rather than logging that’s your thing, you know where to come.  But I ain’t going … Continue reading

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BAR TALK

Two fellas sitting at a bar and pissed out of their minds.  One says to the other: ‘Can you speak Polish?’ ‘No,’ comes the reply, ‘but I can sell polish.’ ‘Perhaps you could sell some to me,’ says the first, … Continue reading

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ONE OF THOSE PERFECT DAYS

It was one of those perfect days (in England) when the sun had the sky to itself and nothing had come up from below to veil its face and bathe the sky in a flood of tears which would fall … Continue reading

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THE LAST LAUGH

The ruler of the skies had just gone to bed, though he hadn’t gone meekly but with a final burst of crimson light that seemed like an angry retort to some unseen jibe from a malevolent force lurking just over … Continue reading

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