Wednesday, March 19, 2008

a spanish swimmer imposes her will on a giant crayfish, as you do

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segovian beggar

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hedz will roll

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rust and verdure

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Tuesday, March 18, 2008

we're back

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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

what should i wear when we go to madrid ? ... choosing the correct old pair of sunglasses

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Monday, March 10, 2008

blue veils and golden sands

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... is an interesting radio play by martin wade about the interesting but short career of the inspirational sound engineer and truly english...
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Sunday, March 09, 2008

apropos de nuffinque

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further symptoms of accelerated regression copied verbatim from the clinical notes ...

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Breathless thoughts provoked by the excitement of an impending trip to Madrid and my dream of introducing a new dimension of transcendant sp...
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symptoms of accelerated regression ... wot i am reading this weekend

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my mum loved the art of edward ardizzone, an illustrator who somehow understated his skills with a his loose penmanship, but neve...
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Saturday, March 08, 2008

a couple of "quick snaps" during a walk between two bus stops

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Wednesday, March 05, 2008

what should i wear when we go to madrid ?

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chilly pigeons

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theology ... back to the confession box

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some time ago i wondered if some of the ritual of the church might be introduced into the great game in order to lend it some relevance to t...
Tuesday, March 04, 2008

SEVEN RANDOM FACTS ABOUT MYSELF

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1. THE BOOK OF GUILT Whilst driving, I once told a car full of colleagues that it would be an easy matter to fill and publish a book with ac...
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Monday, March 03, 2008

going up ...

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Sunday, March 02, 2008

gotcha

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not much going on ... the quiet life

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ashdown forest ... i still watch out for them whenever i drive that way

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Saturday, March 01, 2008

new every morning ...

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the twenty-ninth of february passed uneventfully and i awoke on march the first with these words ... if you really loved me, there would be ...