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Regarding blogs and using them to pass on passive-aggressive messages ( Read more... ) -
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At the Cenotaph
I saw the Prince of Darkness, with his Staff,
Standing bare-headed by the Cenotaph:
Unostentatious and respectful, there
He stood, and offered up the following prayer.
“Make them forget, O Lord, what this Memorial
Means; their discredited ideas revive;
Breed new belief that War is purgatorial
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Overheard this evening on the way home from Uni: "But mum...why don't they have Guy Fawkes day in America?"
Don't lecture the child. Don't lecture the child. Don't lecture the child.
But did you know that, had Guy Fawkes succeeded in blowing up parliament, he would also have demolished most of the district of Westminster due to a spectacular ( Read more... ) -
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Ben Jonson, you are being very silly. Your Sad Shepherd is sending me to sleep. I was told to expect great things, Ben Jonson, but by Act II I've had enough of Robin Hood prattling on about deer hunting and witches switching identities with virtuous maidens. Come on, Ben. You can do better than this. Your poetry is hilarious.
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The curious incident of the milk in the afternoon
Act one: In which Verity and Gabriel attempt a simple household task.
V: I wants me tea.
G: Agreed. To the kitchen!
V: Alas! We have no milk.
G: I saw some in the freezer. Let's use that.
V: But it's a block of milk-flavoured ice.
G: *puts the bottle of milk in the microwave*
V: Won't that kill us?
G: Meh. *cranks up the dial*
Some time later:
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Give the French a damned good thrashing!
As tommorow is Trafalgar Day, I feel it my duty as a daughter of an officer of Her Majesty's Royal Navy to state the following:
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I'm so happy, I could vomit.
I have no idea how to put this. My hands are trembling and I've been running around the house singing Don't Stop Me Now for the last hour.
I told a few people, but not too many for fear that I might not win. But...
The New Writing Partnership run an annual 'competition' called The Talent Escalator, offering mentoring to 10 writers at all points of ( Read more... ) -
Parental Guidance: Explicit Cellos
The boy, he is gone home. The girl, she is sad. Also vodka.
We had a good time until dad decided it was too much effort to be aloof, dismissive and plain rude for another two days and Put His Foot Down and told me Gabriel had to go. Then he Changed His Mind when it was too late to change Gabriel's travelling plans. Dad is now in Guilt Mode, hence ( Read more... )
