Yesterday, I creosoted the doors to a barn. I realise that, as opening sentences, this is not up there with the classics. Nowhere near “Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins”(i) or “He – for there could be
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Archive for August, 2011
The Key To A Distant Parallelogram
The Dermatologist Wept As The Lobster Shimmied
August seems to be bringing out the listlessness in me. It is something to do with the weather and the fact that loads of people seem to be on holiday. I know that I should be using this month to
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