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Puer tantus fio et effugam!

Our Hero tentatively steps into the seventh decade of life. The trials and tribulations of middle age are something at which he has become accustomed to cock a snook¹, age being one of those things that just happens when you aren’t paying attention.

A son of Shropshire, he has lived in London since March 1984, and in that time experienced the delights of the only slum in SW7, an otherwise esteemed postcode, a garret in Clapham, SW4, with a mad and aged Polish landlady, many years before the Poles were fashionable. Since being advised, despite paying his rent on time and up front for many years, that it was now time to leave Clapham, Our Hero moved to Whetstone, North London in February 2005. Barely had he settled in when one of his flat mates moved out. It is not believed that there is a causative aspect to the timing.

A little over a year later, he was adopted by ellefurtle and by October 2006, she had not moved in so much as stopped going home. Thus was domestic bliss achieved in the Athenaeum Club until June of 2008, when the other denizen, one colonel_maxim acquired the keys to the British Embassy in a particularly mountainous region of the world and Our Hero and his beloved found themselves moving a few hundred yards down the road to a newer and properly maintained abode, The Carpathia.

A further two years on and the lure of property ownership took us to the east. The east end of London, or historically, the west end of Essex, to Ilford, rather than The East End, which is not far away, but yet not where we are, for the purists. We now have a garden and the garden has foxes. And plants. Lots of plants.

Now sit back and enjoy:

"In 1972 a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire the A-Team."

¹To cock a snook: idiomatic phrase of defiance meaning “to thumb one’s nose”. Quite why thumbing a nose is a gesture of defiance is anyone’s guess. I suppose that like many things in life, it’s all in the wrist action.


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The Light that has Lighted the World

George Harrison

I've heard how some people, have said
that I've changed
That I'm not what I was
How it really is a shame
The thoughts in their heads,
Manifest on their brow
Like bad scars from ill feelings
they themselves arouse
So hateful of anyone that is happy
or 'free'
They live all their lives,
without looking to see
The light that has lighted the world

It's funny how people, just won't
accept change
As if nature itself - they'd prefer
re-arranged
So hard to move on
When you're down in a hole
Where there's so little chance,
to experience soul

I'm grateful to anyone,
that is happy or 'free'
for giving me hope
while I'm looking to see

The light that has lighted the world

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Give Peace A Chance
John Lennon, 1969



John Peel 1939-2004