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They don't make life like they used to
When I was growing up, all the rainbows were singular. Just one multi-coloured arc at a time. I was about twenty when I saw my first double rainbow; it was somewhere in North Derbyshire.
Now they're all doubles. Every last one. It's just so crass, so unnecessary.
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He said: when they give things out, I always get the knackered one. He went on to describe being part of group, or a team, given inflatable objects, and his kept deflating. Then he spoke of when young, being sat astride an unwell pony ( Read more... ) -
He probably said: "Can't miss me, I'll be reading Carol Shields"; what are the chances, eh?
Owing to advances in technology and its applications, practices are developing here which are established traditions elsewhere. The arbitrary matchmaking effect inherent in gathering at licensed premises is now being supplanted by methods more contrived, but no less random ( Read more... ) -
Riding on city buses for a hobby ain't so bad
The lit up, steamed up windows of an 87 coming the other way up the Strand; odd to see that on a dry evening. Middle aged man thinks so to, says to his wife, in a tone almost indignant:
Look at that. Are they boiling potatoes on that bus?
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An Unfinished History of Violence / Not the End of Vandalism
When I was growing up it seemed there was more violence than today. Playground violence, street violence, pub violence, football violence. A casual nihilism, given expression through recreational violence, violence without fury ( Read more... )
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