Stories
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Curse of the worker Bee
I thought I would Love once. One big love that would see me through until deaths…
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Evil Tow Headed Step Twin
Mitch and I go way way back, he had some motor scooter that typically didn’t belong…
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There’s a Girl in Lymm
A sweet spring morning, the start of the majorette marching season. (though I didn’t know this…
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The Great Pyjama Party Pooper of 2014
Callum Inges reflects critically on Phil Speys’ attempts to reinvent himself and find ‘inner grace’. He…
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A Rant on being ‘Cool’
I’m sick of ‘cool.’ Maybe it’s an age thing. Perhaps I’m passed it, passé, whatever: Cool…
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My lords, ladies and gentlemen
It was an old blockhouse, originally set deep unto the cliff, though weather time and tourists…
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All that I could ever own
She sat next to me, quiet, reflecting on life or maybe lost in the words of…
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One of those nights
Some lost soul should be playing sad jazz riffs down by the bridge, the street softly…
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The man who could
Walking through streets yellowed by catseye lights and rain, thinking of you and what would come…
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One Holds the Love
She’s sitting now; magazine on lilac knee length skirted lap, coffee by her side. Resting for…
