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Everyone is here for some purpose or other. I strongly believe that. It could be something as insignificant as helping an old woman across the road or it could be something major like influencing the next generation with a belief or aspiration. It could be that we have one major purpose which our lives lead…
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When faced with chocolate undecided From the box I must choose unguided Is that the one with nuts, the crunchy or the hard The coffee cream, the fondant or one with lard Should I wait as others leave me with less to pick Or shall I stuff my face until I’m sick The milk, the…
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I plant the seeds And wait The plants that grow Their fruit I will harvest While others I shall leave to age And rot I wait patiently Biding my time Planning the meals With the fruit I shall create I dream of the possibilities Abundant Yet I must not be Complacent Forgetting the events I…
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Ah food. My favourite subject. I took a trip to Barnsley Market on Tuesday and was amazed at the colourful displays of fruit and veg at the greengrocer stalls. Such diversity at such a wide rane of prices. That got me thinking about how the culture of now fueled by the supermarket’s thoughtlessness on providing…
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user – Can you help me with the photocopier? I want to copy double sided originals to be single sided stegzy – Ok. Well you need to set it up like this. Then put your documents on here like that. And press the green button like this. user – Great **Many copies later** user –…
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I was watching Carys Matthews (formerly of Catatonia) on BBC Breakfast this morning and she was talking about how proud she was to be Welsh and have such amazing artisans of literature as Dylan Thomas. This got me thinking about how, as an English chap, I don’t appear to have any one to be proud…
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Took myself away this weekend as respite from the awful exam. While away I resisted the urge for Chineefoo and yummies but not for geocaching. Found a few caches, saw the Rollright stones which are obviously a former kraal for cattle, bits of which have been moved about by some ancient errant farmer in days…
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