Thumbs as fit as fiddles

I long to play some football, my circle isn’t interested in that sort of thing and the extended ring to which I once belonged is now a fading memory; my waistline, in contrast, is an ever expanding reality. My thumbs are as fit as fiddles – if fiddle thumbs were a thing, they’d be challenging […]

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An Ode to the Argos

Keith didn’t have a happy night through connection drops and crying, yet through it all he kept his cool jogged on and kept on trying.   With through balls here¬†and crosses there his passes were quite inspiring. Then The Egg would hatch a cunning plan and scream, “I’m here, ARRIVING!”   Choppy liked to smash […]

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Almost 6 months on from release and I caved. I’d done so well to avoid the gadget lust. Convincing myself that I didn’t need another shiny thing. That I didn’t need another prop to occupy my time. Time, lately, evades me and if anything I need more of the stuff than things to fill it. […]

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