Thursday, 1 July 2010

The past is a foreign country




Every May the photograph would arrive. Always in a plain envelope but postmarked from different cities. It told him that someone remembered the day of the opening when he arrived drunk with his trousers around his ankles. He put it with the others – a thank-you that he was still ‘clean.’


Random Word: Thank-you






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Hunting season starts

shocked vicar


The man dripping mud asked the vicar, ‘I’m after me dog.’

‘Animals have no place here.’

‘Ee fellow before ye said nowt when he buried us.’


Random Word: Misoneism