Baggy Reminders

OK, I’m ready to confess here and now. I confess that I often send emails to myself. It’s sad really, like the old song “I’m going to sit right down and write myself a letter (and make believe it came from you)”...

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The mysterious chair affair

I was about to go into my favourite coffee shop when I saw a strange sight across the road. What was that man doing rolling an office chair along the footpath towards the train station ? No, wait! As he trundled past me I...

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Tanks for the memories

Full tank, bliss. Empty tank, despair. Empty your tanks and what have you got? Plenty of nothing, running on empty, sucking fumes. But with a full tank, you can do anything. As the Blues Brothers in their police...

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