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How Jordan Peterson might respond to the question (From Dr Beckerwood on Reddit): I act as if Santa Claus exists. People have often asked me (especially around this time of year) if I believe in…

I could get hauled over the coals for having this song in my music library.  To even admit that I might have even once liked it could put me into the ‘Did he really like that? – Oh Lordy’ box.…

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Bridge of Spies is a highly engaging political-adventure based on a true story about a highly covert Spy swap deal between the CIA and KGB during the cold war. Lawyer James Donovan played by Tom…

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I had been wanting to read a Charles Bukowski novel after seeing the illuminating documentary, Born into this. As Goodreads describes Ham on Rye, ‘Charles Bukowski details the long, lonely years of his own hardscrabble…

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Every two weeks or so I check out the movie database Rotten Tomatoes which lists amongst other things – the latest DVD releases. The movie information of Heaven Knows What caught my eye. ‘Heavan Knows…

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For the school social I gargled Listerine. The pain felt reassuring. I sprayed my hair with Mum’s hairspray, “Taft”. In the school hall, we shuffled to Toto’s “Africa”. Girls on the other side, giggled about stuff…

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Just after breakfast, I developed this fascination with my wooden cutting board. This is where I prepare nearly all my food. The shades of stains, the mesh of grooves, the spread of cutting angles how one side…

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Yesterday, I did myself a favour and finally got round to watching Blue is the Warmest Colour last years Cannes film Palme d’Or winner. Blue is an extraordinary love story about desire; desire to eat,…

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I remember when I was fifteen I was given a mangled Hustler magazine in which all the women’s breasts were the size of watermelons. So I took it home and stashed it. I had heard…