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Even more out of date
Posted Jul 19, 2004
Wow - been away a long time. Have I missed anything?
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Out of date
Posted Apr 28, 2001
Hi - just rediscovered the Guide in new BBC guise, and realised my intro is hopelessly out of date. Have left the 9-5 for the world tour, and now in Malaysia. Will update soon - until then, use your imagination. It's probably more interesting than anything I'll find to say anyway!
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Latest reply: Apr 28, 2001
Wow - that's all I can say
Posted Dec 15, 2000
If you liked my poem, take a look at this...
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Practically brought tears to my eyes. This is a bona fide venture set up by a (now ex-) homeless guy who wants to improve other peoples' lives.
Good on him.
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Apostrophes
Posted Dec 6, 2000
Aaargh, aargh, how did that one slip in? Why? Why? I'm an editor, for Bob's sake - why can't I write decent English without childish mistakes. I humbly commit myself for derogation.
Ooh, and I spelt Christmas wrong.
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Latest reply: Dec 6, 2000
Entry for poetry comp
Posted Dec 6, 2000
Have decided to enter poetry comp, so need to write something decent fast. As am at work and is too dangerous to save stuff on hard drive in case boss checks it and realises am not really working ALL the time...well, everyone needs a break, right?
Anyhoo, all my poem's are nice, so I've decided to write something gritty and unpleasant to show the real spirit of Christmas, as I see it, here in London.
Ok, here goes...
Christmas comes but once a year, which frankly is enough,
The turkey, sprouts and gravy mean jack **** when you are sleeping rough,
As Christmas day approaches, and the weather starts to pinch,
You can't condemn the homeless man for acting like the grinch.
I clutter up shop doorways, my skin and hair's a mess,
The only decent meal I get is weekly at St James the Less,
Where fleetingly I'm noticed and my basic needs are met,
Then back out to reality, degraded, cold and wet.
Christmas is coming and the city boys grow fat,
But no part of their bonus finds its way into my proffered hat,
A cup of tea, at 90p, would keep me warm inside,
But not a lot is all I got, loose change and tarnished pride.
When your view is Jimmy Choo, as posh birds totter by,
You can't escape the feeling that they want you to curl up and die,
I sit and sing by Liberty until I'm moved along,
They act like I'm invisible, no supper for my song.
I'm dreaming of a nice Christmas,
Just like the ones I used to know,
Till my Dad deserts us,
And Mum's bloke hurts us,
And kicks me out, helpless, and alone.
I'm dreaming of a nice Christmas,
Without the hunger and the lice,
When you see me next time, think twice,
And pray all your Chrismases stay nice.
Comments please, before I submit it!
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