My father wanted me to be an arson baby. My mother wanted me to be a hammond organist. I wanted to be a showjumper.
Well, who am I? Master of the monosyllabic boredom.
YSL: Craptacular Noodly Appendage
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Yes, we get the olde-worlde-tinted-photo schtick. Very nice. What we don'tget is the Monty
Python-inspired left leg. Is she supposed to be wearing flesh-to...
December, 1910
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Born in December 1910, my mother recently celebrated her 99th birthday and
entered her 100th year. Here she is, very faint, when she was a few months
old....
Season's Greetings...
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... To the literally half-dozens of you who are still reading my
increasingly intermittent posts. Thank you for sticking around - your
comments really do i...
Eat it
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And now I’m back in Bangkok, with a different hat on. In London, I hold my
stuff up to criticism; here, I’m the one doing the critting. Or am I,
really?
M...
Liverpool Daily Post article on product placement:
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Gary Bainbridge writes in the Liverpool Daily Post:
*"There ought to be a clear distinction between editorial content and
advertising. This newspaper often...
Kuvaa tarina loman aikana
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Torstaiblogit jäävät nyt pitkälle lomalle. Haasteet jatkuvat vasta helmikuun
alussa. Kuvaamista ei kuitenkaan tarvitse laittaa tauolle, ei edes
torstaiha...
Radix appoints new account manager
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A press release we have issued today announcing that Matt Godfrey has joined
the Radix team:
Penryn-based communications company Radix Communications has a...
This is Not The End
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It is not even the beginning of the end.
Perhaps, though, it is the end of that green furry bit between the beginning
and the middle.
After 1,686 posts, ...
Lävistyskone
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Tikanpojalle puhkesi ensimmäinen pieni hammas. Terävä kuin mikä. Saas nähdä
mikä kohta äidistä lävistetään ensin, sillä hammasta testataan kyllä
kaikkeen l...
A new low...
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I think I've hit a new career low. It's 12.30am, and I'm waiting for a
graphic to render that includes the text 'Basingstoke's premier business
location'. ...
Dialogue from a country in which nothing works
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*DIALOGUE FROM A COUNTRY IN WHICH NOTHING WORKS*
"I'll post it to you."
"It won't arrive."
"I know. It'll save you replying."
"The postal system works we...
It Was Tiny, And Purple
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My friend S. dropped in for a cup of tea today on her way home from shopping
in Truro, where she'd bought a dress for her birthday do tonight.
S: They didn...
Party!
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The useful side-effect of the Russian having magnifying glasses surgically
attached to his face to spot my shortcomings more easily is that he’s now
brilli...
The High Life
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Grottaglie, Italy
Another installation from this year's Fame Festival. This was placed near
the local fly-tipping area and dog pound - the high life indeed...
The Cabinet Maker's Granddaughter
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So what would you like to do? she says patiently.
I'd like to listen to the radio and make things out of wood all day. That's
what I want to do. And not ha...
The whole of Ireland
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Conor stopped the car on top of the highest hill in the North and from there
I could see the whole of Ireland stretched out in front of me. The sun was
b...
Ten Questions
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I was just having this discussion with someone this weekend and I'm going to
share it here.
It is the unusual horseperson who never considers breeding a h...
THURSDAY 9TH JULY - KNEEHIGH
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Last Thursday evening P and I went to see Kneehigh Theatre's production of
*BRIEF ENCOUNTER. *
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*Cameras were not allowed in the auditorium so the best ...
Veni, Vidi, Circunambulati
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It has been a strange tour of service, these past three years, showing the
ghosts of the Camel and Pilot around the world for which they fought and
died. O...
Review: ‘Rocknrolla’
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‘Gloriously ostentatious’ (Total Film) **** ‘A sparkling return to form’
(Heat) **** ‘Arse juice’ (The Done Thing) That said, it’s a bit rich of
Peter Brad...
Questions, Questions.
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Now I’m no oil-painting, but. Should the woman with only one tooth, one
brown and decaying single tooth in her entire head, really be allowed to
serve cust...
Superlon Advent Calendar 2007 - Day 24
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Stejar Strahl and Twilight Turtle came back to the Palace of the Frozen
Tears. They hadn't found any treasures; not one shiny packet of happiness,
not eve...
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Oops, I think I killed her. Well, anyway.
So that's two of us with bugs...
Was yours supposed to be moving?
Well this is wonderful entertainment for a dull Monday morning. I must have missed the first showing - is there a second?
WV= 'cestruat'
- clearly from the Latin 'cestruare', not to move, to be immobile.
cestruo - I do not move
cestruas - you do not move
cestruat - he, she, it does not move, etc.
"Nec forsitan et olim cestruabit..." (Ovid) Perhaps one day it will cease to be immobile.
Mr C-H is far too clever for us.
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