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StoryThe New Religion drkevin04 years 10 months ago
StoryLanguage drkevin14 years 10 months ago
StoryGolden Memories: Nick Names drkevin04 years 10 months ago
StoryShop Window drkevin04 years 10 months ago
StoryA Secret drkevin14 years 10 months ago
StoryPop Art drkevin14 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Peter Pandemic drkevin04 years 10 months ago
StoryFolklore #1 drkevin04 years 10 months ago
StoryGolden Memories: The Psychopath drkevin04 years 10 months ago
StoryGolden memories: The Wizard drkevin24 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Best Things in Life are Free drkevin04 years 10 months ago
StoryA Deconstruction of Life drkevin14 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Friendly Stranger drkevin04 years 10 months ago
StoryJago Has Gone Missing drkevin04 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Valetudinarian drkevin04 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Young Bounder #2 drkevin04 years 11 months ago
StoryProfessor Jim drkevin14 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Magic of Honours drkevin04 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Good Doctor's Bedside Manner drkevin04 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Gangster's Eulogy drkevin04 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Young Bounder drkevin04 years 11 months ago
StoryIndependence drkevin04 years 11 months ago
StoryEnvy drkevin04 years 11 months ago
StoryLord Jack drkevin04 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Pub drkevin14 years 11 months ago

My stories

The Apprentice

Noo then lad, job's a goodun. You'll do well, even though yer brain is wooden. My time is past, and me guts is black pudden. So I'm off home now, to...

Golden Memories: TV Programmes (Part One)

Well, it was all monochrome for the 1960's proletariat. We had a portable Ferranti TV with incorporated radio and massive unreliability. It had more...
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A Turgid and Impenetrable Poem about Mephistopheles

Well...er.... um, I can't think of anything to rhyme. I was going to wax lyrical about crime. About how it's always related to a life of grime. And...

The Olympics

Thank God it's almost over. The end will smell of clover. Should have been blocked at Dover. As much like sport as calling Rover. Skate boards, grins...

Golden Memories: Sundries

No real theme to these recollections, but then that's often how memory seems to work, with strange tangential connections and unexpected associations...

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