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192. Squiggles.

I’m staring out of the window, looking at the trees. Whoever designed the factory all those years ago decided that trees would soften the impact of this great, rumbling, shuddering blot on the landscape, so we have trees. I’ll admit … Continue reading

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187. The Little Book of Big Penis

I’m looking for magazines for thirteen year old girls. Yes, you read that right. If you didn’t, here it is again. I’m looking for magazines for thirteen year old girls. Possibly not the wisest combination of words to tap into … Continue reading

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180. Raging Gull.

“They’re at it again,” he says. I pretend not to notice. He sighs an Intense Ginger sigh and shakes his Intense Ginger head. “Always them, at it. Fucking animals, the lot of ‘em.” Intense Ginger Bloke is on the internet. … Continue reading

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148. Balls Up.

“Fucking rude, that’s what I call it, knocking on the door like that.” “But it’s the time honoured way of attracting the attention of whoever’s inside a house, Intense Ginger Bloke. You can’t knock a bloke for knocking.” He frowns. … Continue reading

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