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A complete list of all those who have gone fishing, according to Benjamin Britten

Sunday, February 5, 2017

1) Old Joe 2) Young Joe 3) You Know

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Lines composed upon a can of Stella, spilt over my laptop

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

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The Top Fifteen Or So Wittiest Oscar Wilde Quotes – according to his Twitter output (last 24hrs)

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

1) ‘Think tattoos have to be bold and dark? Think again! Check out these stunning white ink tats!’ 2) ‘You can’t get your childhood back but you can recreate it! Check out these awesome recreation photos.’ 3) ‘Wanna see a real-life Barbie doll? This is not Photoshopped! You’ve gotta see this to believe it’ 4) […]

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The Pikey Laureate introduces Whitman to the high street

Monday, January 19, 2015

O ye women who go down unto the Co-Op in your onesies: What do you think you look like!?

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Winter

Saturday, December 17, 2011

A bracing dawn run on the Devonshire coastline. My nutsack is blue.

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Morning

Monday, September 12, 2011

Sharp colours, crisp sounds, a pleasant lightness of step. I am hung-over.

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Ancient wisdom

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Red sky at night: shepherds’ delight. Green ammonia-filled acrid smoke-piss in the morning: asparagus for dinner.

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Haikus are like

Friday, November 26, 2010

postcards – no matter how concise you may be, you tend to run out of

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Silence

Monday, November 22, 2010

My Yr9 class did not do their homework. Now they are being punished.

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On looking at the dodo with Dom

Monday, November 15, 2010

See that? he said. That’s your ex-bird, that is.

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