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Christmas Cards

I never send my wife a Christmas card. I could say I believe them a rip-off in the sense of the price, the queuing to pay for it and the sentimental old tosh that’s written inside, but none of those … Continue reading

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The Act Of Thoughtfulness

Platitudes; overused words the meaning having been lost in time. Just the same as the words I use in those silly rhymes of mine! BUT WAIT……… Santa Claus is in trouble. He’s lost a sack and he’s now in disgrace. … Continue reading

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Beyond What’s Old

  The crows fly low on a day such as this, As the cold eats the air then blows it out as a mist. Branches are naked their leaves now gone, Leaving birds all huddled in a whimpering throng.   The … Continue reading

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Time For A Funny One

A Woman Rugby Player… There was something about Emma that reminded me of Frank. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but she smelled quite rank! It could have been the odour that oozed from her body, Or that she … Continue reading

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The attack on Paris last night is an attack on the freedom that all of us in the western, civilised world currently enjoy, but what is a civilised answer to it and is there a single one? I would imagine … Continue reading

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All That Breathe

Autumn leaves of burnished gold their life now over, their story told Fall from trees and gracefully lie, then fade from sight as they die. On grass, on paths, on ponds they lay, waiting patiently the rotting decay That awaits … Continue reading

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On Both Sides Of a Black Hole Is There Time?

Time is relative to a moment. It is as if a particle of space, but so abstract as not to feel or experience. Yet time is so tangible and physical that it is real. There is a difference! In May, … Continue reading

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I Have No Time For Any Nursery Rhyme

  If Jack and Jill ran up that hill just to fetch a pail of water, Did they survive Jack’s broken crown and in love live forever after? If the cradle did rock and the baby did drop then what … Continue reading

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An Irish Dream

Today I drink and ne’er again will be sober, Till I cross the sea that lays before me And swim ashore on foreign land. There to rest my aching body Neath the stars that’ll shine on me. Fare you well … Continue reading

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What Happened In Vienna, Jack?

A short story about a young policeman, the corruption in London during the 1970’s and a man not from Guildford; an unrivaled spy.   Available for 99p from 6 August US http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0138W7FXG UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B0138W7FXG?*Version*=1&*entries*=0  

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