Certificate 12
Ages 12 and up
Extolling the Virtues of a Mundane Past
In the Bash Street Kids, there was always Smiffy. I loved Jimi Hendrix, he was very riffy. My first curry, produced excrement niffy. Even a day later...
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The Endless Wait
The Endless Wait Those voices in the dark waters are calling. Here they are, for there’s no escape. Like being inside the depths of no return...
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The Shell That They Called Home
They hadn't realised how far they had gone; how sick their heart had grown. How fatigued their body had become; yearning to return to home. How does...
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The Way We Heard. Love was All Around Us again.
It was obvious Laughing Boy was dying to ask Andy. He lit a fag first and took a few drags. Did you see her there?’ Andy pressed his lips together...
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The Way We Heard. Love Was All Around Us Too.
Old Jock, Podge, and that baldie guy whose name you could never remember, were playing darts up the other end of the pub. You were sitting at the...
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The Way We Heard. Love Was All Around Us.
Love was all around us, apparently. Four Weddings and a Funeral. The Wets had been number 1 for so long, the bass drummed through the brickwork and...
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Danny ‘Moonshine’ was nineteen once / a short story
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Daniel Bradley was a porter in a city centre hospital for a year before he was sacked. He never challenged his dismissal. Bradley was part of a pool...
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Sweet
I always enjoyed a good old rolo, Now and again, the holy polo. Distant memories too, of a minty yo-yo. All great, watching Napoleon Solo.
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I’m Only Happy When It Rains
All the things I saw, did, said, took to the vets, observed in a state of wobbliness or tapped my foot to during the final fifteen days of May.
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The sort of day....
‘I need the complaints backlog to be fixed ASAP so we can concentrate on new sales.’ Clive’s pale grey, codfish eyes widened, ‘Do you think you’ll...
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