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Pub Life

He sits down, a pint of Stella in his hand. From the depths of his pockets comes the tobacco box, metal, hard to decide if any inscriptions

500 words, 7 comments, February 28, 2006. In Other

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Tabula Rasa - Chapter 1

And so you open your eyes and you see. Faces surround from above; a panorama of smiles, laughs, all worthy of photographs. ‘Coochie-Coo!’

3200 words, November 12, 2006. In Fiction, First person, Humor, Other
The Whiteley Building

It’s raining outside and you can hear it pattering, you can hear a lot of things. People talk while coffee machines vomit out their insides

600 words, November 12, 2006. In First person, Humor, Imagist, Other
Late Night Television

After leaving behind the glorious memories of the Ftn Network, your finger arrives on another great relic of our modern age; ITV 2:ITV Play

500 words, October 2, 2006. In Fiction, Humor, Other, Second person, Short story/prose, Social commentar
Sock

He drinks cups of tea on a Sunday morning, not because he’s hung over but because he simply does. A bag of Yorkshire Tea is dropped,

2200 words, 3 comments, May 6, 2006. In Dark, Humor, Realism with bells and whistles

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Sleepwalking

Down hills and traffic over-spills of late night boy races, round corners, and up streets over sleeping policemen. And to junctions and cro

<100 words, 1 comment, November 29, 2006. In Contemporary, Off Beat, Sad, Society
Smiles and Hugs

You're never wrong, I'm always right,

<100 words, 4 comments, October 2, 2006. In Sad, Lyrics
A Statement

She wears on her sleeve what she could think in her head,
It's a statement but perhaps only to herself,

<100 words, 2 comments, July 21, 2006. In 0, 10, 4