Monthly Archives: April 2011

Hem hem

Did eet big style; my God, what a day to do the best performance ever. I am emotional.

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Do eet!

Just do eet.

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Swimming

Was the title of the first short story I ever wrote, which was in response to a task called ‘a sense of place’ which was set in my first year at Art School. That story was partly about a Victorian … Continue reading

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Notes on Tony Pulis

I loathed him on sight, I came to loathe him because of his footballing philosophy, I was given cause to loathe him further for his petty politicking with my football club, I was given extra cause to loathe him further … Continue reading

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I nearly forgot to blog

I feel an FA Cup semi-preview and analysis of the Tone Years coming on. Meanwhile cheap shot, more recent Dylan.

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Changing Rooms

So I was watching a moment of Breakfast TV this morning which is very unlike me it really is and there was this woman in a garden with a wallpapering table and some wallpaper. What she was doing was she … Continue reading

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You’ve got a lot to live up to boy

Saluki dog sights seal; 57 comments about the sex life of ducks, PJ Proby, sardines-in-brine, and what can be done with radishes and luncheon meat to follow…

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Dennis the Menace meets Raymond Blanc

I phoned the legendary Old Stokie last night to check where he’d be and where we’d meet up for the FA Cup Semi Final at Wemberley on Sunday. After inquiring about Mum he moved on to the main business of … Continue reading

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Warm your hands on this

Poet laureate [ab]uses position

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The umbrellas of

Geraldine said she was a fan of the brolly in art on the Caillebotte post below; I asked what were her top umbrella paintings and as a consequence the blog is proud to host this mini dissertation with accompanying images: … Continue reading

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