I’m not religious. I’ve never been religious. I’m not going to stick my neck out and say “…and I never will,” because, unlike many religious people, I understand the difference between ‘believe‘ and ‘know‘. My family isn’t religious either: I wasn’t even christened. However, it would be wrong of me to claim that I’ve never…
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Calling Miscreants Of Incendiary Cherry Blasts. Or, Pleased To Mete You, The Dope Who Messed Our Game.
Near Compass Road, the bulldozers had left weeks ago and the rubble of the block of flats had finally all been cleared away. It was starting to get a bit warmer and more kids were out and about after school now. There was never much to do on the estate and a lot of the…
I Am The Carpenter. Or, See How They Run Like Pigs From A Gun: See How They Cry.
“I weep for you,” the Walrus said: “I deeply sympathize.” With sobs and tears he sorted out Those of the largest size, Holding his pocket-handkerchief Before his streaming eyes. Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, Lewis Carroll. At junior school I didn’t have very much to do with girls, viewing them as being…
I Wanna Be À Rebours. Or, It Don’t Come Easy. Unless It Does.
On things coming naturally and having to work at stuff. I like a lot of albums. Recently, I posted 10 albums that meant – probably, at least for those ten days – the most to me. Even though a lot of those records – and a lot more besides – do mean something in particular…
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