Monthly Archives: January 2012

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For Once

Come on, the sun is shining, Come sit by the pool with me, The sky is blue, I know you’re stressed, But just relax, Be a fool, just for once. Come on, just for a day, Or two, or maybe three, I’m so blue, I

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Full Moon, Hot Sun

Shepherd followed the bodyguard through the gate and round the side of the house to the swimming pool out back. Kranz was sat at a table leafing through a thick manila file. He wore sunglasses despite being hidden from the sun by a large table

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Rainbow’s End

It was a tourist trap. One of those awful and, anywhere outside Ireland, ubiquitous ‘Irish’ pubs, full of collected Toucans, line drawings of eighteenth-century streets, wooden barrels made into tables, shamrocks, chalk-boards, and the music of the Pogues and the Dubliners. It even had the

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Once More Around

Granny Dobbs (on my Pop’s side) used to say I have a bump of direction. What she meant is that I can’t get lost. Even if I have to flap my hand a little bit when indicating left or right, I always know which way’s

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I Don’t Like Kleftico

We come here every year and it’s always lovely, right up our street. We tried Spain a few times and that was quite nice, though I just don’t get on with chorizo. I don’t care what anyone says, a sausage should be juicy (unless it’s

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The Background Hum of Low Level Xenophobia

It’s strange, you know, when you start to travel. I mean, as an Englishman, it’s strange. There’s this air of superiority that’s so ingrained in us that you don’t even know it’s there until you set foot outside of Ol’ Blighty. We have this idea