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You probably won’t remember, in fact I probably didn’t relate to you, that the smelly old man downstairs was carted off to the knackers yard last year because he got stuck in the bath. Briefly, for those who don’t remember, I was “home alone” and heard some banging that I initially thought was someone doing
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It’s bad enough, when born this time of year, to be told “Oh I’d have got you a birthday present but I’ve got you a bigger Christmas present” by cheap skates hoping to pull the wool over already tried before eyes. But what’s worse, especially recently in the UK, is the chuffing post. While all
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The other week zoefruitcake and I visited our local Frankie and Benny’s for a bit of a post payday treat. It was busy; mostly because it was Halloween but also because it was the day after pay day and the world, his wife, their neighbours and their best friend’s uncle’s favourite mechanic’s son also
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It started about the 17th September. Groups of people from all walks of life gathered in Wall Street in America in protest of the growing corporate culture. The movement is called Occupy. There has been frighteningly little news about this in the British media. I’m not saying it has not been reported; it has.
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Recently I reconnected with an old school friend. In honour of this reconnection I give you a post from my LJ from back in 2006. —- Eeeeh I remember when…. When I was wee we had a telly, an evening newspaper, a collection of reference books and plenty of old people. If I had a
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The first day of walking was most enjoyable. Tired by evening we dined on barbequed steak and salad. Not as straight forward as it should be. Partly because the crappy Tesco Instant Barbeque was impossible to light in the light breeze that had picked up during the day but after an hour of cooking later
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So following arrival at Nicks in Crosby nr Liverpool at 1am in the morning I managed to squeeze out a couple of hours sleep. My head raced with the reality that I would be in Wales later that day. Think I was more excited than Nick. Several hours later we were on the road in
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Picture if you will a pub in Liverpool about 4 weeks ago. **wibbly visual effect used to signify reflection on past events** Stegzy:- You’re on holiday next month. I’m on holiday next month…let’s go camping! Nick:- Yes that sounds like fun. Stegzy:- Look I’ve put it in my shiny new HTC FLYER on the
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(An edited version of a post previously made on Livejournal in 2007. Now with pictures taken recently) Recently I have been thinking about the sodden holidays we used to spend in my Uncle Nat’s cottage. Uncle Nat sold the caravan in favour of a ramshackle husk of a cottage half way up a soggy Welsh
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I’ve been musing and fantasising about going to Wales, I got thinking about the way my Dad used to take us to Porthmadog in the 70’s and 80’s. Instead of taking the A55 along the north coast through Conwy and then down the A470 through to Betws-y-Coed and Blaenau Ffestiniog we would scuttle down the
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