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Under the Copper Beech | Edvard Moonke
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Under the Copper Beech. I approach the garden with a certain amount of trepidation. The grass, which is usually trim, hasn’t been cut in a while. At the bottom of the garden there is a copper beech tree whose branches droop almost as far as the ground, creating a secluded canopied area underneath. I am my own doctor , he had said, clearly irritated by our concerned badgering. People in their sixties, even their seventies, are not considered old anymore, and yet at the first sign of trouble he expects...
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Trowell Services | Edvard Moonke
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I am on my way home after setting up cameras in Long Eaton near Nottingham. The fuel gauge hovers tantalisingly between just-enough-to-get-me-home and not-quite-enough. Trowell Services is a mile away and I resolve to stop as I also need to pay the loos a visit. Presently at the pump, I hold the trigger until it clicks to signify the tank is full. I thrash it about to clear any fuel left in the nozzle and as I draw it out a stream of diesel dribbles down my expensive Diesel jeans. From your own site.
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“Oooh it’s posh in Harrogate” | Edvard Moonke
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8220;Oooh it’s posh in Harrogate”. In town I visit the only two bookshops, if you count WHSmith. They seem of late to have been invaded by books with emotive covers featuring angelic looking children and bearing titles which are variations on Please Daddy No . In the pedestrianised Cambridge Street, Rudy, the local ‘character’, walks around shouting into a karaoke machine what sounds like a rock version of. This entry was posted on Friday, September 14th, 2007 at 920079UTC and is filed under Harrogate.
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Dissolved | Edvard Moonke
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This entry was posted on Thursday, April 26th, 2007 at 420074UTC and is filed under No poetry please. This entry. You can leave a response. From your own site. Ah but you told me “life jackets at all times! 8221; – I’m pulling you out…. you’re coming round. Surprisingly not heavy…. You’re on the bank now. 8220;teabags, sugar, milk”. Shopping at tesco can be such a demoralising experience, can’t it? They’ll never get it now will they? You’ll have to rewrite it Ed! Come to think of it…. There, there now.
