Cherrypicked stories

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Changing Room

for Kit
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Kumquat

for Bagie
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That's all, I don't think of you often...

I always look for you on NEVER MIND THE BUZZCOCKS. In the identity parade. You'd be the one with the blonde mullet, shaky piss artist's knee tremble.
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Journal 13th Sept

Love is a funny business and the Universe has some sense of humour. Bringing me a man who loves me. Just to hold me.
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Journal 10th-12th Sept

She's one of those women who appears mousy and compliant, the silent treatment victim types, who always get their steely way. She could be Japanese. My mother.
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PARAFFIN

So when did you come here, I asked her. Nineteen and sixty, the woman said. Same as me.
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Larry & Mick Build a Rocket to the Moon

'Do you remember when we built a rocket to the moon, friend Mick?' 'Ahh, those heady days of youth...' 'How old were we then?' 'We were fourteen, friend Larry.' 'Fourteen years of age and misunderstood.' 'Even I didn't understand us.' 'Well you always were a bit slow...'
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Spike.

When the guard locks your door, Do you sit and reflect on the past, Moments in time, spent together, Carefree days of teenage girls, no worries, Except how to French kiss, without Losing our gum.
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Smyth

he made a point of always making the y as animated as a Disney cartoon hoping it would stay in people's minds.
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Journal 9th Sept

Have written "Fat Bitch Rules on the rear view window of my car. Kali made me.
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Raver

Forget what you think you know about elbows and wrists
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ARGUING WITH DIFFERENT MEN

I argued with the repairman, But he was trying to fix me.
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Emily Dickinson Attends a Poetry Slam

Max Hinterland had just finished reading his scatalogical magnus opus "Ode to a Grecian Urinal" to a roomful of applause, raucous cheers and two scores of "10" and a "9 and a half" when a demure-looking thin-faced woman, her hair tied back in a bun, hesitantly stepped up to the podium.
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Gerald

For the first time an international tennis tournament is being held in Calcutta. It is called the Sunkissed Tennis Challenge and is open to boys below 21 years of age. The venue is the Nataz Indoor Stadium which is centrally located. Just two courts have been laid for the competition which have been named outer court and centre court. Boys from all over eastern India and beyond are taking part. A total of 64 boys have been selected through a tough screening process. The tournament director is former Davis Cupper Joydip Mukerji. Most of the participants are from Calcutta city itself. They come from rich, well-heeled families for whom tennis is merely a hobby or a pastime. These boys visit elite clubs every evening where they are coached by award-winning experts. They have access to the best playing gear and great courts that are directly imported. That these people are great tennis players is only natural and expected. Most of the boys in the tournament belong to this category. The player who is being tipped to win the cup is Joydip Mukerji's own son Hesh. He studies in South Point School in the tenth grade. He is a great student and a magnificent player of tennis. Most of his classmates are playing in the competition and Hesh's chief opponent is expected to be Leam Paes.
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Cats, Toast and the Vengeful House Imp

It was a clear, cool autumnal morning, when the neighbourhood cats became obsessed with my toast. Not just slightly interested. Not just sniffing curiously at the edges. Obsessed - in a full-on Stephen King / Steve Buscemi eyes / psychopathic stalker kind of a way. It was disturbing, freaky, not to mention downright abnormal behaviour for a creature of the feline persuasion. I've never seen cats act this way before. Marmosets, dingoes and aardvarks, yes, but never cats. Let me tell you what happened¦
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The Story of Adolfo the Fisherman (a true story)

Death has a thousand doors to let out life; I shall find one (Ph. Massinger) No one going to chaperone the girl at seventeen on her trip to Spain! She felt free. With a girlfriend she went for a two week long holiday in Spain. The bus took nearly a whole day to get to Barcelona. There they slept in a narrow hostel and then flew the short distance over to the island.
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doing my bit

SCENE 1. INT. NIGHT JIM ( A COCKNEY) IS GETTING READY FOR THE LIVERPOOL V AC MILAN CHAMPOINS LEAGUE FINAL JIM: (To himself) Now come on lads. This is just another day at the office, nothing to worry about. We need to work as a unit and we'll be fi-
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THE LOVE POEM

It isn't how it seems.
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Just Sometimes

Sometimes it just takes you like that ...

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