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Grace
I held out a fish supper, warm in my hand, still in its wrapper. ‘Here, yeh want this?’ Local Joe was standing in George Square, emptying a black bag...
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British Bulldog.
My eyes closed on the train journey home. I’d jumped out of my seat, pulling my rucksack from the rack above my head and made a run for it as the...
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Old Prejudice.
I tripped over Old Prejudice when I came over the bridge at the canal. ‘Whit yeh daeing there?’ I cried. ‘Yeh gie me a fright.’ He looked up at me. ‘...
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Eejit knickers
Walking past the charity-shop window, I saw my past for sale hanging up by the ear. Special Offer—£1. It was too good a bargain to miss. I breenged...
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Shadows
‘You should consult a witch, Robin.’ Mhari’s laugh was more like a gurgle that dried up when men weren’t about. ‘You’re cursed. The evil eye or...
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a lovely biography, Jenny . I
Posted on Sun, 09 Feb 2025
a lovely biography, Jenny . I alway look for snippets of mysely in other's memories.
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cauliflower theft is growing.
Posted on Sat, 08 Feb 2025
cauliflower theft is growing. glad they could nip it in the bud.
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I don't think many folk would
Posted on Sun, 09 Feb 2025
I don't think many folk would say dementia was a joke.
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ah, a new level of worries. I
Posted on Fri, 07 Feb 2025
ah, a new level of worries. I think I want to be a cyborg now. The problem of facsimilie humans is they are designed mainly for sex work and some of them are children. What a fucked-up world we live in.
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hope is all we have,
Posted on Thu, 06 Feb 2025
hope is all we have, sometimes, literally, waiting for bread crumbs.
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ah, poor mannikin, he'll
Posted on Wed, 05 Feb 2025
ah, poor mannikin, he'll never live it down.
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ice cream with no money. Now
Posted on Fri, 31 Jan 2025
ice cream with no money. Now there's a thought. Worse. Coffee, nearly £4. Wow. I'm going to hide under a bridge too. Keep going. Nearly done.
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forgetting the holocaust
Posted on Tue, 28 Jan 2025
Mark Hodkinson makes the same point, airy. When the last man or woman dies, the last witness. Deny. Deny. Deny. Forget. It's part of the curriculum in English schools. But then, why bother? A bit boring. A bit much. Of no relevance? The Holocaust...
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the murdered become murderers
Posted on Tue, 28 Jan 2025
the murdered become murderers, victims of genoice, commit genocide. Nothing good to report. But how can we stay silent?
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illusion is allusion. That's
Posted on Fri, 24 Jan 2025
illusion is allusion. That's the way memory work. Yeh!
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