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THE GOOD OLD DAYS

I miss my childhood doctor. You really felt he’d done a proper job after he’d peered into and probed every orifice, depressed your tongue with a wooden spatula leaving a splinter half way down your throat, and then sent you on your way clutching a bottle of medicine that tasted like a combination of nitric acid […]

A MAN OF LETTERS – Day 17

The Cliff Top Residence SE England England Dear Voice Recognition Bot – British Rail, I just thought I’d drop you a line to say how much I loved our conversation the other day. “Hello. Welcome to British Rail train enquiries. To prove that it’s only me that is a robot, please say hello.” “Hello.” “You […]