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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…

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The crooked rocks, waves lapping my legs Must be Mornington, feels like the beach you popped in to say ‘hi’, your echo drew me here To await the ferry which will cast me out Forget…

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I have an appointment with the computer. Every night nearly. It is waiting. My chair. A one man seat. My accustomed place that allows me to view everything that I feel needs viewing. Once again…

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In the chilly hours and minutes Of uncertainty, I want to be In the warm hold of your loving mind. To feel you all around me, And to take your hand, along the sand. Ah,…