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Sardines in Tomato Sauce on Toast

Tonight I discovered a new online radio station from Seattle and cooked sardines in tomato sauce on toast. I know how terrible that sounds. I know, I know. And so cliché, an unmarried middle-aged man with nothing but the radio … Continue reading

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More of Those Red Shirts That I Said I Wouldn’t Write About

As I write this, I am sitting in the airport waiting for my flight to leave Thailand. And, it is with some sadness, partly because I am always sad to be leaving Thailand, and, partly because of the current situation … Continue reading

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Red Thai Curry

I know I said in an earlier post, that I was never going to mention anything about the red shirts. This only goes to show that I can’t be trusted. A couple of days ago, Thursday 8th April, to be … Continue reading

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A Long December

A long December, and there’s reason to believe, maybe this year will be better than the last. I can’t remember, the last thing that you said, as you were leaving. Now the days go by so fast. (words from a Counting … Continue reading

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pussy.com

  So, I heard on a technology show on television last night, that everything I put online now, all of my personal secrets, will be there forever. Now, I know that that worries some folk, but, it doesn’t worry me; … Continue reading

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Mr Jones

I remember a time and, though it was not so long ago, the world was a younger place. Mr Jones and I had found ourselves – how can I put this – on the outside of things. It was as … Continue reading

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In the Darkness

This morning I woke in a pre-dawn darkness, the only visual reference point, the small red standby light of the television, like a single red eye patiently and menacingly staring into me from the other side of the room. I … Continue reading

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Making a Crust

There’s been some talk on this blog lately about what I do, I mean, for a living; people asking questions; questions such as, what do you do for a living? There’s been some digging going on, some opening of doors, … Continue reading

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Loss

I stood outside and thought about it, then I thought some more. Once again, I had found myself high up, continually climbing, ludicrously skyward, the 23rd floor to be exact. The scene before me was drenched in orange from the … Continue reading

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The Ice Cream Cafe

Here is a picture of an ice cream cafe I did yesterday. It looks static but it was done over some hours as people came and sat, ate ice cream and moved chairs around. Im not up to drawing moving … Continue reading

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