Week Six Continued They were back in the room just after 14:00, everyone sat back down. “This afternoon will explain why there has been all the secrecy. We know from this morning, the drugs were [more…]
Greetings pop pickers and please be welcome to tonight’s Fabulously Flamboyant Friday and another of our fortnightly mastications upon the marshmallowy pillows of musical magnificence. Tonight, dear reader, as we say goodbye to Adopt A [more…]
The children had gone to bed, Simone and Jan had retired to their suite, and most of the adult visitors had gone home. Only Jinnie, Paolo, Nigel, and Jinnie’s parents remained in the lounge, having [more…]
Once again the music has stopped, and much like the Kenyan child of the ’80s and ’90s, today’s young are watching and listening as the adults reel under the weight of IMF-driven cuts to social [more…]
Most people believe World War II ended in 1945. In reality, its most important consequences were only beginning. The fighting stopped. The maps were redrawn. The narrative was presented as settled—and fixed in place. But [more…]
After several requests from fellow Puffins, I finally got off my arse to rummage around in the attic and miraculously unearthed a bunch of diaries from over fifty years ago, and most importantly the one [more…]
Monday Good morning, my friends. It was lovely and sunny this morning when I woke up, not too cold when I popped out, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to rain. But the forecast [more…]
Now I’m no greenie, no time for all that net-zero nonsense and Mad Ed’s delusions, but I do have green tech, because it suits me and my particular circumstances. I have solar panels and 16kwh [more…]
Week Six. There was a crowd in the range, the competition, which happened every Sunday was in three parts, inside with a Glock, outside using an SA80, the final part was back inside with a [more…]
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