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Stoopid
At what point should I Admit defeat and turn back, Robert Falcon Scott? . n.b. When you are in a hole it’s best to stop digging. If you need to ask someone, it’s best to ask somebody who knows what they’re talking about. In 1912 Robert Falcon Scott, racing to be the first expedition leader →
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On la mode de nos jours
Narcissistic days Isolation rooms for hearts Where did the “Love” go? . n.b. Open your heart to Love; look out, not in. If you love someone and they love you, there will be room for you both to blossom. Love is not a steel trap closing, but a gradual opening of windows where air and →
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On Football Car Parking
Do you want your car looking after, sir? During the match, sir? Only half a crown, sir? Not to bother, son. I’ve a dog. See? Ah yeah! That’s a great big dog, sir Fierce too, I bet. His name’s Vicious, if you need a clue Yep, he looks like a smart dog Tell me, sir →
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On the Weekend (IX)
Wet Sunday Morning Porridge, tea and toast, Sports Mail Time for studying . n.b. I was very lucky as a child to be sent the Sports Mail each week by my grandfather (Grampy). At a young age and living a distance from Fratton Park this regular diet of football news, results and statistics sustained and →
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On the Weekend (VI)
Determined to stay Exploring Portsea Island Unearthing treasures . n.b. Portsmouth is Great Britain’s only island city, the second most densely populated urban environment after London. Perhaps it should be twinned with Manhattan? A brand called Strong Island is developing here. Pompey folk are proud of their home city and are happy to wear the →
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On the Weekend (II)
As an optimist I see happiness abounds My aching heart smiles . CLP 08/02/2020 →
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On the Weekend
Friday finally Shuts up, lies down, rolls over Into Saturday . CLP 07/02/2020 →
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On Alcohol
Don’t tell me I’m wrong When I say “No more, thank you” I want tomorrow . n.b. Waking up feeling muzzy, a nasty taste in the mouth, dehydrated with headache and a bit grumpy from a broken night’s sleep is rubbish. Give me a gentle sleep that carries me to sunrise, the beauty of a →