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Him on a motor bike at 2pm A small trickling meat of life Is suspended in a double walled cooler box And loaded on the back of a volunteer’s motor bike He weaves through traffic Moving quickly Despite … Continue reading
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Sutton Coldfield is a Balls of a Place – Part Deux
Sutton Coldfield is a Balls of a Place ‘Part Deux’ – That’s ‘Part Two’ for any plebs from Tamworth – and their daughters. And their daughter’s daughters… This should be called ‘The Greasy Spoon Story” – and maybe it will … Continue reading
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Sutton Coldfield is a Balls of a Place – Part One
Sutton Coldfield is a Balls of a Place I was reminded of Sutton Coldfield by this chap – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dance-Enemy-Rob-Sinclair/dp/1909477087 – who wants to sell copies of his book!! Well, feck it, why not, isn’t that what digital marketing is … Continue reading
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Tagged actor, birmingham, brummie, brummies, emotion, funny, howling, paul, sean, shay ryan, shayryan, shaysky, text, thought, twat, twats, walk
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The Phantom Shitter – A True Story
When I was a lad, ooh, about 20 or 30 years ago, there was a crazy lad at my school. He tried to poison the pupils he learned with – and that’s what got him kicked out of Cardinal Newman RC … Continue reading
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Killarney Urban Myth #3 – The Phantom Flasher
There’s always one isn’t there – one person that steps outside of the mould and presents them self to the world like they’re a new born! And maybe that’s what it’s all about – as sure as Luis Suarez will … Continue reading
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A Story Where Quite a lot Happens
In the few paragraphs that follow you will see that little happens – or maybe a lot occurs – just in a short space of time! Give it a read – it will take you all of 62 seconds. Try … Continue reading
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I Click I Click I Click in Coventry
Here’s a poem about my hometown- Coventry, England, in case you need to ask! A beautiful city in so many ways but let down by the Government – Oh yes it did!! Give this poem a Click, an I Click if … Continue reading
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Killarney Urban Myth #2
This urban myth is another one which has found a home in Killarney, Co.Kerry, Ireland. Perhaps it has a fear of change as its origin – who knows?! This one is probably more interesting than Myth #1 and for … Continue reading
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Cars
We crawled along Ignoring signals green or red Waiting for the orange beam instead. Slowest movements And the inevitable stall Neither made the emergency call. We pass these days And indicate a quick hello Then lose each other … Continue reading
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Words in rhythm 