Wednesday, 29 April 2009
159
Goodbye, Jean-Paul Sartre. Fare thee well, Samuel Beckett. So long, Albert Camus. Cheerio, William Burroughs. Be seeing you, Hunter S. Thompson. Toodlepip, John Noakes. Au revoir, Oscar Wilde. Auf wiedersehen, Pete {my next-door-but-one neighbour}.
Monday, 27 April 2009
158
The dogs have sandwiches. They hold them in their paws as they race. Around and around they run, holding aloft tuna and sweetcorn, prawn and mayonnaise, cheese and tomato, ham.
The greatest of all was Happy Harvey. As a handicap, he would hold a fullsize baguette (cheese and pickle), and still he outraced all opponents on every outing, for three years in a row. After his retirement he had a brief spell in media, before opening a successful employment agency, with branches throughout the country.
The greatest of all was Happy Harvey. As a handicap, he would hold a fullsize baguette (cheese and pickle), and still he outraced all opponents on every outing, for three years in a row. After his retirement he had a brief spell in media, before opening a successful employment agency, with branches throughout the country.
Thursday, 23 April 2009
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