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Posted by TFH on Wed, 20 Feb 2019How could I forget the autumn of 1998, and that weekend in Paris? A sullen, funereal mist folded around the city for the entire three days, fallen gold-and-brown leaves sticking to the soles of our shoes as we walked along the Quai de la Megisserie, gently mocking the efforts of the street artists lining the pavement. We climbed the Eiffel Tower, only to see nothing but a blanket of spectral grey from the top.Read more
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Posted by the-real-jaw on Fri, 18 Jan 2019
I unsolved a few mysteries
(a good night’s work)
then strutted the morning streets
with a candle in my head,
half-believing that everyone was
watching me pass,
That lordly stride!
Those mystical lips!
The sky rolled its eye up over the avenue,
the city shuffled its deck of people,Read more
Posted by celticman on Sun, 20 Jan 2019
John was glad he hadn’t stopped drinking, because otherwise it would have been a shame to waste the half-can of Pale Ale he poured on his Cornflakes. There had been a time when he’d thought hard about going on the wagon. When his wife, Effie, left him two, or more years ago.Read more