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Cullen Hightower

Essex Power My friend Alex is currently living in Geneva. However, she was brought up in Chelmsford and so it was with great glee that she sent me this picture with the tagline 'it may not be cultural but it proves that we get everywhere!'
18.2.06 23:33	Permalink / 5 Comment(s) / Comment

Ha! No surprises here ;o)   You Are Miss Piggy A total princess and diva, you're totally in charge - even if people don't know it. You want to be loved, adored, and worshiped. And you won't settle for anything less. You're going to be a total star, and you won't let any of the "little people" get in your way. Just remember, piggy, never eat more than you can lift! The Muppet Personality Test
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Grand Day Out Yesterday I had a lovely day out with a Yorkshireman.  We walked for miles (and I have the blisters to prove it), got rained on and failed to eat steak for supper; but despite all these setbacks I had a wonderful time.  Unfortunately, despite having carefully put my camera in my bag before I left home, I neglected to take photos of such seminal sights as The Castle by Night, The City Walls and The Bench Where That Bloke Ripped a Hole in His Jeans, so you are spared photojournalism for today.  Next time you may not be so lucky - it all depends on how charitable I'm feeling.  It was an educational day and I have learned great things - such as the word snickelway and the fact that there used to be an Impassable Marsh in York.  Also that you are never more than 3 feet away from a dead body (this fact was imparted with great relish as it got dark.  Hmf.) Oh, and I would like to point out that Sir Mike of the House of Chim is an exceptionally bad influence.  He callously dragged me into a Borders store against my will and wouldn't let me leave until I had purchased four books.  The rotter.

23.2.06 14:47

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I feel dirty Yesterday The Architect went out mumbling something about shopping.  I wasn't really listening, I have to say, but when he returned with a slightly furtive expression on his face I knew something was up.  It wasn't until just now that I discovered what was going on. Sweet wounded Jesus - the man's a sicko.
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Snapshots From the Window of a Slow Train A black cat waits to pounce, eyes glittering and tail twitching. Sheep safely graze. An elderly couple walk hand in hand while their dog gambols ahead. Horses prick up their ears. A hawk hovers overhead. Cows huddle, chewing the cud. A man kneels to lay flowers on a grave.
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Huh? My brother farms Gloucester Old Spot pigs.  Having been let down by the farm shop where he was selling most of his stock, he is now looking for another outlet.  So he phoned up a butcher who, he had been informed, was looking for an Old Spot supplier.  However the butcher told him that he no longer stocks Old Spot because his customers wouldn't buy it.  The reason?  It tastes too porky. Jesus wept.

28.2.06 14:13

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