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Marathon Bloggers unite

My Goodness! Have you any idea how many bloggers there are out there? Thousands of us, all beavering away over traumatised keypads. Where once we used to dwell in humble obscurity, now we have the wonders of technology to publicise our innermost thoughts. Is this a good thing? Given our endless fascination with the written word, I’d say yes. Just don’t expect an…

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A Night at the Oscars

In honour of my mis-spent youth in darkened cinemas, below are my Top Ten favourite movies. 1. Goodfellas  (1990) Scorcese’s masterpiece never fails to entertain. The tension. The drama. Tommy’s volcanic rage at the world. If you had shoes like Henry’s, wouldn’t you want to be a gangster!                                                                                                           Director: Martin Scorsese 2. Withnail and I  (1987) More Shakespeare than the Bard…

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Who wears the Crown?

After reading a spate of fairly disappointing British novels, I decided to venture further afield. Where better place to start than America, that vast and undeniably fertile land of dreams. At first I was sceptical. I’d read Hemingway and Faulkner but doubted their modern counterparts would have the same impact. Then I chanced upon Philip Roth. The cover blurb for…

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Work on a Sunday?

I really shouldn’t be doing this. I made a deal with myself that I’d have at least one day off each week. Now, here I am Sunday morning, firing up the word machine to indulge in a little sneaky writing while the sausages are smouldering under the grill. I’m new to this blogging lark. Before, my innermost thoughts were confined to…

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The Outbox

I love the scene in Jaws when Quint straps himself into the chair. The line clicks on the spool. Blue water laps at the side of the boat. Somewhere out there swims the biggest fish of all. And that, folks, is how I see myself – strapped into the chair, waiting for a tug on the line. Except I’m fishing…

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