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Her finger is curled as if she is beckoning me. Gold ring and red polished nail, the flesh blackened and bloodied, but it's just an arm. Where is the ..
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07:55 a.m. deep in Oxfordshire; in-country, as it were.They start early here, the twitchers and the ramblers,be-gaitered, be-sticked, armed with binoc..
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Just a bit of a rant
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Life can be s**t.
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Croatia, December, 1991.Twelve hours non-stop across forgotten frontiers,that echo with the hollow cries of peopletrapped inside a world of broken dre..
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White man in Hammersmithis reduced to canned muzak these days,absent-mindedly hummed toin aisle three,whilst checking outthe buy one get one free.Look..
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Man...parks car,stops engine,goes to ATM,pats pocket,left card at home.starts car,runs out of petrol,pats pocket,mobile phone at home with card.F**k i..
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Numbed after the funeralshe went back home alone.To search the clutter of a man now deadand clean out the trash in his garden shed.Jamjars, cigar boxe..
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She selected her coat with care,blue it was, her favourite colour,just like the sky.She wore the butterfly brooch,the one from the charity shop,gaudy ..
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Six months for defendingmyself; or put another way;beating the s**t out ofa couple of bouncers.They started it your honour,I told the judge, I just fi..
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