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90A Memorial for Gremo: Vote for Iain Gremo's song on YouBloom
Vote for Iain Gremo's song 'Ants' on YouBloom.
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83The Fragile Ego
I was there to sell my book to the salesmen and women whose job it was to sell my book to the retailers, whose job it would be to sell my book to the public.
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77From ACT UP to the WTO: A Review
The word is zeitgeist. The spirit of the times. To have been around in any era, to have participated, even on a peripheral level, is to have absorbed some of its imperatives, some of its meaning.
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86Britain's Biggest Hoarders (with some reflections on the pathological nature of banking)
To an insane person their insanity is perfectly normal. To the insane person, it is sanity which appears abnormal.
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83A Review of The Cheering Rain by Kate Adams
This is a prison from which some people will never return. It is a measure of our age that such places exist. And it is a measure of our failing humanity that we don’t even know they exist.
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95Network Rail Tree Clearance Programme: systematic destruction of wildlife habitat on railway lines throughout the UK
They are ripping up trees in Cheshire, in Bath, in Oxfordshire, in South Yorkshire, and in parts of London. They are probably ripping up trees near to you even now.
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80Whitstable Gazette columns 2012
Winter solstice, Mayan calendar, climate change, daylight saving time & the Seaview Holiday Park in Swalecliffe.
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72May Day versus St George's Day
May Day was a festival long before it was established as International Worker’s Day It has always caused fear in establishment circles due to its long-held association with drinking, dancing, and lewd behaviour.
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88In Memory of Iain Gremo
That’s what I mean when I say he was a romantic. He felt the world’s pain more deeply than he liked to pretend. Drink was his way of anaesthetising himself from the world, his release from the pain of being alive.
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91Requiem for a Dreamer (Death in Whitstable)
How did he know my name? He was this dirty old tramp, almost on his last legs by the looks of it. I couldn’t remember ever having met him before.
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