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on horseback
can you imaginehorses brought, bought and sold herefor centuriesnow, no moreno memoryjust the name in the lokethe plaque on the wallwhere cars back-upfrom the junctionby the railway station ~ CLP 09/05/2024 →
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on the wheel
picture family funrotating, leaping, bungeesenses excited ~ n.b. All the fear, none of the risk. Child‘s play. Nice. CLP 05/05/2024 →
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on the bus
drop the word ‘service’absolute chaotic farcehope is fragmented ~ n.b. Privatisation is an absolutely useless way to operate a public service. Free market extremism writ large. Economic theory for the already wealthy. Run public services for the people. CLP 05/05/2024 →
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on Saturday (ii)
Fifteen years forgotThey’re Ipswich Town, going upThank goodness for that. ~ n.b. The return train collected a lot of sun-burnt, slightly intoxicated, blue smoke stained, happy people and delivered them to whence they came. As the Hare Krishna man with a smile, said to me earlier, “We don’t want people to be unhappy.” A fair →
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Historical Echo
In writing a recent post, ‘If Music Is The Answer…’ I imagined a wandering minstrel writing protest songs who ends up killed, presumably for voicing his objections to injustices facing the common people. Today, reading Imperial Mud, The Fight for The Fens by James Boyce, I found this on p137… You can’t make this stuff →
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on Saturday
upandatem! RiseTown bound train football-fan-fullthe end is in sight ~ n.b. Ipswich Town fans making journey to the ancient port, excited by promotion prospects. Good luck to them! Proper club. CLP 04/05/2024 →
Journey of Words 