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Or so said Darth to Luke. Presents are a funny old game. Not being someone to want to appear ungrateful, normally I’ll smile and thank who ever got me what ever and appear interested or passionate about what ever they have got me. I think, generally, it is possible to classify presents into ten categories.…
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Who’s is that? It’s not mine Who’s is this That’ll do fine Presents are passed Around the room The defrosted turkey Senses its doom The family sat round All festive with cheer Our Chris got five pound! All I got was beer And in the kitchen Mother doth toil The Christmas dinner She hopes not…
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According to a recent email, my films on Vimeo have had over 1000 plays. Sadly it appears that the most puerile one, My Neighbours Cock (2008), has had 90% of those views while others have only had a couple. A great shame. https://vimeo.com/stegzy/videos
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Autumn is here The leaves leave The nursery of branches aloft Free at last Falling gracefully to the earth There to become part of history Or swept and burnt To become free again Airbourne in spirit Their fragrance warming Making memories Their brothers forming Mountains to walk through Kicking skyward feebly Fruit abundant falling Feeding…
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What do you say when you don’t understand someone? “Pardon?”, “What?”, “Please can you repeat that?” or do you grunt non-committedly and hope your vocalisation is interpreted as the appropriate response? Maybe you contort your face into a half smile, the kind of facial expression that could be interpreted as a smile but can equally…
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Do you gawp? Gawping is rampant in the UK. It’s everywhere. It’s like a disease. Gawping is something that needs to be stamped out before it gets out of control. What is gawping? Gawping, or gopping, comes from the verb to gawp; a gopper or gawper is someone that gawps. In my experience you find…
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At the weekend the wife, an out-of-town friend and I nipped out to the lovely town of Royal Leamington Spa for a mooch around the Peace Festival. The Leamington Spa Peace Festival, for those who don’t know, is an annual rain causing event held in the Pump Room Gardens and features all manner of new…
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It’s barbecue weather. Or so it seems. During the winter, the air in Norton smells richly of burning coal, wood and melting plastic. During the summer months, this is replaced with a heady miasma of charcoal, burnt meat and slurry, although recently this has been added to by the arrival of a fish and chip…
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Regular readers will remember that every election, general or otherwise, I try to get the local candidates to meet me in the pub so that they can tell me why I should vote for them. Regular readers will also recall that during each election I look at the leaflets that come through the door and…
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