Monthly Archives: March 2010

Ollie

Am posting my favourite picture of him to see how it sits on new blog theme.

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Blog re-design

I was looking at the site this morning, or rather, I was squinting at it, thinking, ‘The text is quite small, isn’t it Old Man?’* I am therefore wondering whether to keep this modification. * © Jack the Mogul

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Hello, Hello, Stokie aggro, Stokie aggro**

In the aftermath of this meet up where two gangs of school kids – apparently including a number of Somalis* – arranged to rumble at Victoria Station, and where a boy died from a stabbing, I’ve heard a certain amount … Continue reading

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Anglia News

Some Mondays are just oh so very quiet on the Anglia Newsdesk. After they’d done a piece on the new surface drainage in Great Yarmouth (after this mind, not before) they dropped down to Essex (they only go to Essex … Continue reading

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The argument for leaving well alone

The change in the season, in the quality of light, meant I had to go outside and clean the windows as the layer of grime was and putting me off watching football. I went around the place with my bucket … Continue reading

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And then of course

there were the inspired efforts to beat the constraints on advertising which said, if I remember it about right, words to the effect of, ‘You may not say of your product that it will make personages look cool or feel … Continue reading

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Nicotine

It’s two weeks now since I’ve had any. So far I’m okay, but I know it won’t stay that way. As a *forty-seven year old I am almost proud to say that I’ve smoked for 35 years: how old-school I … Continue reading

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In Norwich II

So I start the walk this morning and before we’ve got going we’re approached by an elderly couple with a curly haired dog, perhaps a Labradoodle. ‘Is that a Saluki?’ the woman asks. ‘Yes,’ I say. Then there’s a bit … Continue reading

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In Norwich

The Bird Feeder All winter, at dusk, there’s just me and this man down by the lake. I am finishing my walk or run with Dylan, he is arriving with a carrier bag of bread to feed the swans and … Continue reading

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Supersize Multiple Choice New Labour with Extra Fries

Charles Clarke is our MP. Clarke is pompous and reasonably odious (I was once sat at a dinner table where he came to interrupt and put it about that he would be standing against Gordon Brown for the Labour Leadership … Continue reading

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