Tag: pasha bulker

illustrated

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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alone is the last place i want to be

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Lo, the sequel has begun. Not fantastic progress — turns out the words, they are not willing — but it's a start. You know what this means? Oh yes, the public thrashing as I flail and grope for plot has also begun. You are all very, very lucky. I tried to outline in advance, and […]