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The Going Postal Camper Van
One of my heroes, Judas Was Paid, suggested I make a camper van. So, obedient old girl that I am, I made a camper van. But because, like most on here, I am nasty, twisted [more…]
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The Anorexic Blue Line
I have a number of friends who are police officers. Or to be more accurate, former police officers. Which is a bit of a paradox really, as by far the majority of rank and file [more…]
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Postcard from Lille, Part 25
Where should an escaped prisoner escape to? You can’t go to the obvious place as, if it’s obvious, that’s where they’ll be looking for you. Some other places spring to mind, Paraguay, Switzerland? On receiving a letter [more…]
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Postcard from Lille, Part 24
Maria Jessica Alfaro y Mincey graduated in Business Administration at the Philippine Christian University in Manila, having majored in Management. She was born on the 12 March 1964 and was therefore 27 years old on the night of the 29-30 June 1991, the [more…]
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The Swiss Legacy In Direct Democracy Is Exceptional
Our readers probably realize by now, what a proud Swiss fellow I am, and how I take every possible opportunity to argue how Switzerland presents itself as a role model to achieve radical decentralization and [more…]
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Postcard from Lille, Part 23
I can’t understand why some people think that they have a right to a family. Children are a blessing and a lot of hard work. Old fools of my age are beginning to wonder about [more…]
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The Novichok doll’s house
Meet Bill and Chiara. Bill and Chiara are genuine refugees from the aberrant dictatorship of Tortuous Mong. Dissidents living in exile have nicknamed Tortuous Mong “The Nerve Agent” because she shattered her own people’s nerves. [more…]
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Postcard from Lille, Part 22
One of the better things that the ‘Anglo Philippine Friendship and Enterprise Company’ did was sponsor young people in their education and the earlier part of their careers. There’s a famous statistic that forty six world leaders were [more…]
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Jen the Blue Miniature Tribute
Call me Doxie as I am the proud owner of one of those loud velcro sausages on four little legs. I grew up in Devon but now live in France. I used to be [more…]