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Mixed Pickles: It's been a long time but, brothers and sisters, here I go again!

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It's been a long time but, brothers and sisters, here I go again! Listen, I was only. Idly flicking through the channels. I'm not even usually in on a Wednesday evening (calm down, burglars, the house is well guarded - the GLW has a black belt; uses it to cinch the waist of her black dress - the one she wears to KICK BURGLAR BUTT! One of the performers was something called a Pixie Lott. An unlikely Pixie (is it one of the Geldorfs? There are three unforgiveable rhymes in rock music. Their pointy bits pre...

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Mixed Pickles: Too good to be forgotten?

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Too good to be forgotten? Of course, it's not only people I don't know approaching me that cause confusion (see previous post). There I was, walking down the Toll Road (the most salubrious location in Harrow), when I recognised a couple walking towards me. Hadn't seen them since 1976. Had been her flatmate's boyfriend for two years, had lived next door to her for a year, had been present on the day that he had moved into the road and met her for the first time. 27 June 2011 at 13:47. Ermmm I have just go...

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Mixed Pickles: September 2009

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It's a small world. And getting smaller every day. Either that, or I've put some weight on. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Pinches of salt not provided. This blog contains mild violence and fantasy spider references, and may allude to imaginary events as if they were actually real. Are you tuning in to me, brothers and sisters? Become a Follower - it's free, it doesn't hurt, and it makes me feel good . Where people have been kind enough. What I have been reading. Short of prompts for your Creative Writing?

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Mixed Pickles: November 2009

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With all this talk about football,. And handball, and whether or not matches should have video referees. I am suffering from Thierry Ennui. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Pinches of salt not provided. This blog contains mild violence and fantasy spider references, and may allude to imaginary events as if they were actually real. Are you tuning in to me, brothers and sisters? Become a Follower - it's free, it doesn't hurt, and it makes me feel good . Where people have been kind enough. In / On / Under.

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Mixed Pickles: February 2009

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If I could, I'd give burn a mix CD fir everyone and give it away free with every copy of this blog. Failing that, here's a virtual playlist. This'll fit nicely on an 80 minute CD (as long as you burn without any gaps). Mike's Mix - Volume 1. Maxine Brown - It's Torture. Evie Sands - I Can't Let Go. Prince - I Wish You Heaven. Johnny Kidd and the Pirates - Shakin' All Over. The Wailers - Trenchtown Rock. Pallmall - Is She All You want. Booker T and the MGs - Time is Tight (fast version). Where people have...

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Mixed Pickles: November 2008

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The fat man sat hunched over the keyboard, concentrating, struggling to play the piece. Each time he got it wrong he returned to the beginning, determined to play the whole piece, just once, flawlessly. The metronome stopped its tick-tack-ticking. He stood up, his joints protesting at having been in one position for so long, rewound the metronome, returned to his position and recommenced his practice. 8216;If I had only’, he thought to himself for the oh, how many-th time? 8216;If I had only… no. 8216;I ...

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Mixed Pickles: A comedy interlude.

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What did the hoodie say when a panda threw up on his mate? A That's bear sick! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Pinches of salt not provided. This blog contains mild violence and fantasy spider references, and may allude to imaginary events as if they were actually real. Are you tuning in to me, brothers and sisters? Become a Follower - it's free, it doesn't hurt, and it makes me feel good . Where people have been kind enough. What I have been reading. Short of prompts for your Creative Writing?

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Mixed Pickles: For Better and Better.

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For Better and Better. Rather pleased to hear that the "For better or Worse" production mentioned below (which features a snippet or two of my own writing *hem-hem*) has sold out so they have added an extra performance. So the First Night is now the closing night, and there's a new First Night on the preceding evening. End of advertisement. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Pinches of salt not provided. Become a Follower - it's free, it doesn't hurt, and it makes me feel good . What I have been reading.

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Mixed Pickles: August 2009

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One of the problems. With being so vain;. Every time I go to cross the road, and it says "Look right", I stop and think "Yes, I do, don't I? Why are they called "energy-saving" light bulbs. When my eyes have to work twice as hard to read anything under them? Super, smashing, lovely. News reaches Pickle Towers. Of an English actor obtaining a part in a US superhero adaptation movie - and NOT playing the baddie! AntMan : Ray Winstone. Best line of dialogue. Watch where yer puttin' yer xxxxin' feet! Iron Ma...

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Mixed Pickles: Brie Encounter

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Walking past the cheese counter in Waitrose, and a voice says. It is Mike, isn't it? I admit it. Why shouldn't I? It is true, and I haven't done anything to be ashamed of. Not recently, anyway. It is a woman of a comparable age, vaguely familiar, who has attracted my attention. How are you, how have you been, it's been ages," she continues. Yes, but I'm sorry, I can't quite.". She smiles understandingly, but offers no further clues. I persist. "I am terrible with names.". She doesn't offer hers. We walk ...