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on the bus she fell a downfighting back the tears ...where they came from she did not knowthe only person she wanted to speak to was you.walking through the park her energy was gonea lack of motivationwillpower self esteem....................all gone best friend brother but not a lover .......................every breath swallowed your nameshe held on tight to the pen its all over ... wanted to

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a golden agea day gone bythe old lady's snore echos through the nightunrelented the presenter continues despite the racketfalling on deaf earsthe old lady stirs as she hears a noiseshe gently falls back into her slumber with news of tomorrows weather ringing in her ears

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More at www.flickr.com/daisyhatami

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The word “eurovision” should send shivers down any sane persons spine. However for whatever reason I cannot help buy turn it on year in, year out and sit there glued. Actually the reason for this is very simple and any other sane person who agrees with me knows the reason; Terry Wogan. His mutterings, jokes, slight xenophopia and abject horror as yes you’ve guessed it Cyprus have gave Greece 12

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More to come ..

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We all remember Doug. The loveable rogue who desperately tried to get the girl and failed (some say he shot himself in the end, these reports are of course unconfirmed !). Who would begrudge the Tintin-a-like character and his dog Porkchop their moment of glory the one last time?I wouldn't.And now into the slightly distrubing world of Ren and Stimpy. The joyous duo providing a weird and wonderful

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Lightspeed Champion at The Roadhouse, Manchester 17/02/2008 The set can also be viewed here

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I have always loved writing Christmas cards and sending letters to people. Those who i used to write to now mainly email me, maybe the odd postcard. Today things got worse ! I went on fakebook... yes i do have a fakebook as people only seem to contact me over social networking sites, and it seems that fakebook is the favour tie of most. Also it seems if you do not sign into facebook for over a

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A Primark of the times The nauseous meandering around a cheap shop floor , the same solemn glum looks greeting you as you try to pick up the hottest item that you just saw on someone else for a fraction of the price. The drab and morbid reality that it will make you a carbon copy of the next person you walk past on the street. Ah yes this is the fashion age of similarity. Gone have the

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A spot in a place that I call home. I’ve been sat here now for 2 years. If this was Hollywood the print would be perfectly ingrained on the floor. In this place however there is no glory. No glitz. No glamour to my tale. I am homeless. I live off the map. I have no fixed abode. I just am. Day by day I see the world go by. A world too busy too see my plight. Too busy with their own world to

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