The Pheasant's Lament The taste of tarmac is addictively sweet Is my one and only explanation Why a blend of tar, stone, and sand, Can...
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Once a civil servant, always a civil servant … so they say. Well, THEY don’t really say that, but Andy and I do blurt it...
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Here’s something to ponder before reading the second paragraph. Think of first lines from five novels. The first five that pop into your head. What...
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I wrote recently that a lot of copywriting left me cold. I also often claim that I don’t enjoy copywriting. This week I was reminded...
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Apologies for that title, it’s not what you think. Or maybe it is … partly. The reluctant poo made an unexpected reappearance at a funeral...
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“So Robbie, what have you come up with?” The suit settled back in his soft leather chair and folded his arms. “Ah think ye'll enjoy...
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Starting with a title like that is just asking people to take free potshots at me. But it's true, I can't write; not at the...
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“I'm on the lookout for thieves,” the woman patrolling the cork forest next to our house told us. I hadn't thought of the area where...
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Somewhere out there in cyberspace my alter ego, Jack Sparkle, drifts aimlessly. He's a construct from a writing job from years ago which was most...
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A travel writing commission from a UK newspaper dropped into Andy's inbox last week. After considering it, she sent a 'thanks, but no thanks' reply....
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