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Never
What can you say when a dear friend passes away? That they were good and kind and loved my many? That they were respected and stood by their beliefs...
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Chronicles of Trumpenstein : Desecration and Desperation.. By (As Distant As Possible!) Armchair Commentator Alfred N.Muggins
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16/2/25 Desecration of Constitution, Separation of powers, shut ‘em down! Shutting down all those government offices which were there to help the...
Chronicles of Trumpenstein : Republican Fortunes By (As Distant As Possible!) Armchair Commentator Alfred N.Muggins
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28/2/25 The rotten Republican Party, rotted from the inside by the lure of money and the threat of removing financial support had basically been...
Castrator.
The life of a castrato is an interesting one. The boys were castrated before their beautiful voices changed. This was done in Italy, so that they...
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Addictions.
There are lots of different kinds of addictions. I suppose if I had to put them into categories, I would put them as mild, medium, strong, severe,...
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Counting Sleep
I have so many Pinterest boards, they overwhelm me... but it’s necessary I check them every night before sleep. Gazing at the beautiful photos calms...
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Dora. Part One.
I don’t remember the first time I met Dora. With other people I can sometimes remember where I was when I met them, as it’s that memorable, but with...
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Computer Messenger
Computer Messenger… Banter that backfired because literal interpretations got lost in considered connotations, (re-read a thousand times) of what...
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The Rest of My Life: First Day...
Monday, 8th September 1975 That was the day the then callow 16-year-old me started work. Fifty years ago, bar the shouting. We were living in Devon...
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Without Wheels
Without Wheels Old-fashioned suitcases, the ones without wheels... Such treasures themselves for the memories they held. Skippered with no regard to...
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