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Fallacies.

In the current difficulty we are all looking for wisdom to get us through and out the other side and we are all also, searching the Internet for inspiration. But will it help? Picking up my investigative journalist mac (beige … Continue reading

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A Reader Emails……….

Hello Jane. Hello Reader, what can I do for you? Jane, in the present difficulties, is it important in life to have a papoose? Um, oh, well.  (Think positivity, Jane, think positivity.)  Of course it is. It is important in … Continue reading

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Reasons to be cheerful part nine and five sixteenths.

I may actually have got that title mixed up with my hat size but, you know trying times and all that. This is another posting about trying times because, why not? Oh go on you know you want to. Keen … Continue reading

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Lost Victorian novels 7

Returning to the loft to squint up the chimney at the old penguin nest, irritatingly just beyond my reach, my eye alighted upon the bag full of lost Victorian novels that I had bought from the antique dealer in town.  … Continue reading

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Experts are baffled.

It has taken me a while, I admit.  In fact I’ve already only just got round to it.  I can’t think why I didn’t do it sooner.  Well, I can really.  Tiredness, that’s it.  Knackerdy knackerdy, yaaawn zzzzzzzzzz whaff?  Hmmm? … Continue reading

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Lost Victorian novels 6.

Murgatroyd Trabant, nail polisher to the cognoscenti. James Witterinton QC sat in the manicurist’s chair a little uneasily.  There was just something about the place that he couldn’t quite put his elegantly groomed fingernail upon.  He looked around.  The floor … Continue reading

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Lost Victorian novels 5

The coal skipper. The sleet slanted sideways upon the upturned visage, begrimed as was its wont, of the hapless coal skip, peering up from the pile of coal in the cellar and skipping for all he was worth, which was, … Continue reading

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Lost Victorian novels 4

A Virgin No More. The totality of this unseemly farrago has been expunged by the Board Apropos Dainty Deeds (Domestic Division) Documentary Disassembly; Delicate Substitution.  The unsuitable, largely biographical, novelette that was committed in ink upon these pages prior to … Continue reading

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Lay-by clowns.

When commuting fifty miles on a regular basis, it is a matter of months before one stops noticing the weather, the traffic flow and the road works and starts noticing more esoteric matters. I first noticed the lay-by clowns quite … Continue reading

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You need hands.

Whoever would have thought that Max Bygraves would turn out to be some sort of guru? You need (he sang) hands………and then went on to give a very limited list of what they were handy for: holding someone, expressing sincerity, … Continue reading

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