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StoryDead Famous, Famous Dead gletherby28 years 6 months ago
StoryRemembrance elz38 years 6 months ago
StoryHolding Hands With Number One gletherby108 years 6 months ago
StoryAddicted to . . . Love gletherby28 years 6 months ago
StoryBuzzed Off Bee368 years 9 months ago
StoryWhat Seems to be the Problem? Silver Spun Sand88 years 11 months ago
StoryOlder than Dad gletherby108 years 11 months ago
StoryOne truly exceptional bowel movement Jim Webster168 years 11 months ago
StorySurprises gletherby09 years 3 days ago
StoryThe Princess and the Mushy Peas gletherby59 years 1 week ago
StoryCanterbury Tales gletherby29 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Money Box Murder gletherby09 years 1 month ago
StoryA Piece of Cake Bee259 years 4 months ago
StoryA Perfect Match gletherby139 years 4 months ago
StoryCastle Pillock 5 airyfairy49 years 4 months ago
StoryAway Match gletherby09 years 4 months ago
StorySweet Lightning Silver Spun Sand69 years 4 months ago
StoryLook Back In Ongar Paul Annon129 years 4 months ago
StoryPrivate Parts and Secret Places gletherby09 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Author Robert Levin310 years 4 months ago
StoryThank You For The Days gletherby010 years 4 months ago
StoryLet's Pretend it's the Ritz gletherby510 years 4 months ago
StorySense and Insensibility gletherby210 years 4 months ago

My stories

Now's a good time

Now's a good a time to learn to touch my toes, Now's a good time to strike a new pose. Now's a good time to learn to bake and sew and drill and saw,...

Last Christmas: the 2020 version

Last Christmas I gave you my vote But the very next day you gave my human rights away This year I’m still full of tears As I queue for my chlorinated...
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Smile it Might Never Happen

‘Smile it might never happen.’ Have you said it? Have you heard it? Maybe someone said it to you when ‘it’ had already occurred; A death of a loved...

The politics of Remembrance Day: From #BowGate to #WreathGate (and why remembering isn’t enough)

Yesterday in a series of tweets I wrote: My twitter presence is much bigger than it was a year ago (thank you everyone) and inevitable this means I...

I think there is a man....

I think there is a man (I say man because of the size of the dirty socks I found) sleeping in my shed. I say my, it's actually shared by the three...

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