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>Simon Lindsay RIP

>Oh dear. This makes me so very sad. Simon Lindsay aka Dodderyoldfart of Rest Area 300m passed away last Wednesday. He had one of the best blogs on the web. Witty, serious, cultured, urbane, articulate, outrageous, ironic. Plain funny,too. You … Continue reading

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>The golden handshake

>Or…. ….and I wasn’t even wearing my Hirschhorn Museum t-shirt…

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>Why is it….#2

>….that around 70% of professional cyclists are asthmatic – up from 45% in 1996. It can’t be because they’re then (legally) allowed to take corticosteroids. And it can’t be a coincidence that the asthmatics are faster than the rest of … Continue reading

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>And it came to pass….

> …..in the year of our Lord MMVII that Moguntium V was cast out into the wilderness of the Divisionum Secundus. And there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth and the wearing of sackcloth and ashes. And many of … Continue reading

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It only took 42 years

It was like being inside a huge breaking wave, with the ceiling rolling and curling above me and dark as dark except for the glints of light piercing the face of the breaker and the soft light flooding from behind. … Continue reading

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>Lost in translation

>Mrs B is a qualified linguist, translator and interpreter ( I’m not too foul, either) and – over the years – we’ve invested quite a bit in translation management tools and kept up to speed on the free online services. … Continue reading

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The Small fucking Who

My very first real concert (apart from tagging along with Graham Horne and his band (Jim Partridge, Larry Elliot, Pete Calvert and Roger Hickson) to church socials and going to Surfside in Milford to see a guy called Dennis in … Continue reading

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>Kermit Jagger

>A frog goes into a bank and approaches the teller. He can see from her nameplate that the teller’s name is Patricia Whack. So he says, ‘Ms Whack, I’d like to get a loan to buy a boat and go … Continue reading

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>Why is it…. -#1

>….that torrential rain brings out disabled shoppers in droves? That’s the only logical explanation for the fact that EVERY SINGLE disabled slot was taken at ALL the stores I visited today.Not that I need preferential parking. Yet. Or is it … Continue reading

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>I didn’t meet David Gilmour the other day…

>Or…The best record store in the Vaucluse. I didn’t meet David Gilmour the other day. We were at the farmers’ market in Coustellet and Mrs B says “He looks like that aristocratic sounding singer”. I looked at this old farmer … Continue reading

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