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once, in flight school, i was laconic

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Hands up, who remembers Snorgle? She's all of fifteen months old now, and as of a week ago she has a baby brother. I've named him Sproglet. Sprog for short. He doesn't have a bib yet, but maybe he can share his sister's, because allegedly he snorgles more than she ever did. I feel it's […]

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immortalised

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Out and about today, and I came across this framed photo for sale. (Excuse the crappy mobile-phoneness of the photo, not to mention the reflections in the shopfront window.) That's right, the grounded Pasha Bulker, gone though she may be, is now art. For the paltry sum of … er, whatever they're asking, I didn't […]

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i relent, i repent, the kitteh is supreme

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This is Max. He's hungry. Don't be fooled by the apparent lassitude. He's a ninja. Any attempt to approach the kitchen must be done in company of Max. Any attempt to use the chopping board and knives invariably produces the heavy-lidded gaze and tail-twitching behaviour designed to induce teeny birdies to come down and play… […]

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if you're looking for an unmarked place…

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Well, there's a week I am more than glad to leave in my wake. Coffins should be longer than 60cm. Much, much longer. Also, inquests may provide closure, but only in a world where perfect closure is possible, which this is not. Here's to next week being more fun to live through. To round the […]

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the joys of the first draft

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Drafting, drafting, drafting, and I look up to find I have quite literally just written the words "You have no power over me." Ha! Oh, yes, they're staying. They amuse me too much to cut them. I'll cut them in a later draft. It'll be a nice surprise, when I'm revising, to find a laugh […]

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i hope my smile can distract you…

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Blogging, for the most part, is not a troublesome activity. I'm not the world's most open or gregarious blogger, and I keep my, my friends' and my family's private lives just that, private. The problem always arises when a friend or family member is suffering. It takes up much of my thoughts and energy and […]

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me, i must like it or something

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As is perhaps natural enough in all those who chose to pursue something artistic, I have at various times given serious thought to money. How much of it I have (never enough), how much more of it I'd like, how much I need to survive without subsisting on cat food, now and in the future… […]

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overheard

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Overheard at work today: Patient's mother: Is it…? It's raining. Patient's father: No, I don't think so. Patient's mother, standing and wandering to the window: Oh. No, it isn't. Funny, I thought it was. (Pause) Patient's mother: There must be moisture in the air. That I can see. Me: 😐