Charles𖦹Gardener ✹
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Flowers and filth. Winds and rains is cold. Sun is warm. A dry leaf in winter. Where are my shoes?
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It took 4 billion years to achieve that photograph. Gotta love evolution.
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How long is this delusion of law and budgeting going to go on for? Amerika is clearly a criminal enterprise with some quite disturbing factions within the family.
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It’s the nitty gritty. Not much interest from those who might look to shape our lives.
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“Happy wrapping paper day darling.”
“Ooh… it feels so good. It rustles and rips so well.”
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Not with Pictish bladder horns and “jazz”. The Dear Leader’s musical taste is obscure but one may think of “The Final Countdown” and “Broken Wings”.
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“How are feelings of resentment, conspiracy and sense of inadequacy are revealed by Ngo’s soliloquy?” 4 marks.
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He had a large place in people’s lives that he did not imagine. There are others…
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As the late and great Barry Smyth said: “When I start to stink they’ll have to do something with me.”
Barry Smyth. One of the best.
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On the bright side you won’t need a funeral plan. Spend now while you still can. Laugh without weight of consequence. Tomorrow never knows. And you may never know tomorrow. Happy days.
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I haven’t heard this since the days of pirate radio. AM and beamed in from the North Sea. Those post-punk blues teen years when you get over the moment.
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I like that. Sometimes. There are days in winter, if the wind is right, the air is made by the sugar beet factory at Bury St Ed’s. In Southwold stewing hops from Adnams. I remember the Fisons factory outside Cambridge with stacks of brightly, differently, painted barrels. An uncanny unnatural aroma.
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They might want tread carefully in Scotlandshire.
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My father really liked Milligan and would occasionally break out in Milliganese on high days. Not the low days. I think there was a sense of shared experiences.
I can remember me and a chum playing a Goons LP over and over one holiday when we were 12.
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On seeing this, I thought of this.⤵️
I wonder if I still have a copy.
The roots of three Baobab trees engulf a tiny planet (asteroid). A boy with an axe stands among them. It is from The Little Prince by  Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.
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But let’s hear it for George. A class act in difficult times.