Monthly Archives: August 2010

Not funny

but it’s late to be blogging (a matter about which the blog is conscientious, otherwise who would know it existed?) and at this small hour, and with due deference to the ghost of Les Dawson, it’s the best we could … Continue reading

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DOR15 8

My favourite car in Norwich, and possibly the world, is a Ford Capri driven by an elderly lady in a blue rinse/possible wig type affair. It’s not the sort of car one associates with that age group; my guess would … Continue reading

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This is Not a Murder Ballad

though it is being murdered. I was inspired to go looking for some Dylan after seeing this pithy little letter which was inserted as the last note of a thread in the Guardian letters page where the great and the … Continue reading

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Second in an occasional series

I was looking for an old ‘Ollie sleeping with legs in the air’ for Daftburger but I couldn’t find one. I did come across this in the archives, though.

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The Young Boys

today, the Old Lags on Saturday. I love Spurs, they give such value for money to all and sundry, not least Arsenal fans.

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First in an occasional series

How to catnap when you are a dog: #1 – Climb onto a sofa, pose your legs as per begging for a biscuit, then simply roll onto your back

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This caught my eye on a passing twitter feed

You SF people drive too slow. Stop hugging trees and step on the gas!

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