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My right foot

She who must not be mentioned says she must not be mentioned. So I will talk about my right foot.   It is still there, despite an attempt many years ago by a taxi driver, who due to lack of … Continue reading

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I suppose ´stupid´ is the best word

So there is this woman I know. Cute in a tall sort of way. I´m not sure if you call her east European as she is from Belarus which apparently is still part of Russia. I never quite got a … Continue reading

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Women, women, women and women!

So Anna is angry at me for wanting to promote her Art work through my Twitter and Facebook accounts. I would normally drop one of her pictures in here but I will give it a miss this time. I don´t … Continue reading

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Friends, stupidity, the beach, boobs and bums

Today I got stuck on a couple of paragraphs, attempting to explain the delights of floating down the River Thyme on a barge. I had the two Elf´s, Mad Tom of Bedlam, Mad Magdalene and Fairy Hanny on the barge … Continue reading

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The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time.

So there I was in Almaty! In love? Friends though she was quite a tease. We were each dating separately but occasionally went out together. Definitely in the friend zone with this beautiful young lady. Cést la vie! Oh yes … Continue reading

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Soft surf Peniscola beach.

Kicking through the gentle surf, I see Sea; Life and death. Water of life bitter to taste, killing the tree, Death is the Sea Shells Sanctuary. Broken Rocks, Broken hearts. Even your name evokes in me; Peniscola! Penis, giver of … Continue reading

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Svetlana

When first I came to Kazakhstan, I never dreamt of Lana Scan. Or how on Earth it could ever be That I would see myself in effigy.   Backstabbing cronies telling lies I want to stab them in the eyes, … Continue reading

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