Tag Archives: Mark

Waste Not, Want Not

I’d decided to try out the different tablet found in the dispirin container, way past its use-by date, once the dispirin were all gone.  I looked at the tablet which had a dividing line and B on both halves, presumably … Continue reading

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You cannot be serious!

“I told Mark you were lying and he said ‘and bullshitting’,” apropos of nothing apparently.  John took offence, “You should stop playing these games.”  What games?  “It was a flippant remark,” the one I was referring to, “though I can’t … Continue reading

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To Blog or Not to Blog

Went off at 7:30 to Joe’s party and as usual was first to arrive.  Metta, Joe’s partner, is Dutch and had lost her fanny bag with passport in it and cards.  She wanted the sound system on the roof of … Continue reading

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A Pinnate Leafed Twig

Mark, next door neighbour, repaid the borrowed £2 and, though he was still there, I let the door close; someone else was coming, Bob, the leaseholder from above as I saw through the kitchen window, who told Mark, “I want … Continue reading

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Quentin’s birthday party

Starting out late and taking the slow train to Waterloo, changing at Euston from one Northern line to the other, I was yet making good time for a party starting from 7:15 at Argyle St, King’s X, and was only … Continue reading

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Quentin’s Flatcooling

A cyclist had his bike anchored in the groove between the headrests of the seats opposite him, who sat on an aisle seat, thus preventing the use of five other seats since no one would choose to sit either side … Continue reading

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Quentin’s Beach Party

Quentin vouchsafes an address for his beach party. Borrowed a pen from Rosie, the librarian, to write it down. Plan itinerary. Back in library where Fiona, assistant librarian and friend, looks up Dadaoism: An Anthology which can be preordered on … Continue reading

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