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Pride.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

I love twitter, if only as just a short stop for information and giggles. And of course it’s nice having an instant output, too. It makes inane passing comment acceptable. However, I will never understand the idea of gaining followers. Currently, I have about 30 of them, which is fine by me. But there is [...]

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Dummy.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Of all of the stories told to me about my childhood, my favourite is of my very first day alive. I had just been born and was still at the hospital (probably just chilling out, you know, listening to Nirvana or reading some previews of Die Hard 2 in the paper) and my Aunt arrives [...]

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Juju.

Friday, January 1, 2010

“What? It’s when? 2010? Well why the hell did no one tell me!” I was first going to entitle this post ‘Beginnings.’ but I could practically hear the clichés that would follow. I always liked the word cliché because I liked to believe it was onomatopoeic, and that it derived from the noise people make when they [...]

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Scream.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Last night, opening night, I went to see New Moon with my girlfriend. First thing to comment on was the ridiculous size of the line into the theatre. Now, you have to understand, we live in a South London village. The cinema is a very drab and not at all exquisite or luxurious Empire that [...]

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Ruby.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Crap. The whole moon landing anniversary completely passed me by. Anyway, here’s what I would have said: So 40 years ago, a man went to the moon. I heard someone say something particularly painful to hear. “So they sent one guy all the way up, and we haven’t been back since? Doesn’t that strike you,” [...]

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