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Photos Of Some Unreconstructed Rural Men I Have Known And A Few Recollections Of My Time With Them
JOHN I first met John on a brutally crowded train from Birmingham to Devon. It turned out our reserved seats had been commandeered by two members of the same shrill family from Tamworth and that got us to talking. He could not have looked more out of place, standing there
Photos Of Some Unreconstructed Rural Men I Have Known And A Few Recollections Of My Time With Them
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PHOTOS OF SOME UNRECONSTRUCTED RURAL MEN I HAVE KNOWN AND A FEW RECOLLECTIONS OF MY TIME WITH THEM
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The True Stories Behind Some Of The Photos In The 1970s Habitat Catalogues
Serendipity Range (1971) 11.39am. Carol’s head felt like a fire in a neglected pedal bin. The vodka had been a mistake, the downers a larger one. There would be no chance of making it to her aunt’s luncheon now and all hope of a reconciliation would be
The True Stories Behind Some Of The Photos In The 1970s Habitat Catalogues
Serendipity Range (1971) 11.39am. Carol’s head felt like a fire in a neglected pedal bin. The vodka had been a mistake, the downers a larger one. There would be no chance of making it to her aunt’s luncheon now and all hope of a reconciliation would be
HELLO! (A little bit of an explanation about why I am here.)
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Excerpts From My Notebooks
* A friend met me at the pub and told me he had been clearing out his gran’s house. One thing he’d found in the house was a knitted effigy of the man who had run off and abandoned my friend’s pregnant aunt. Into the effigy had been
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Episode 2.5 - Extra interview and book recommendation from Tom
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Episode 2: The Crystal Ball, The Travelling Font and The Wooden Box of Borley Rectory ft. Michael Tanner
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SOME INTERDIMENSIONAL PORTALS I HAVE COME ACROSS DURING WALKS IN THE BRITISH COUNTRYSIDE
When I was dragged (not as reluctantly as I pretended) on walks as a child by my parents, I often amused myself by going off into my own fantasy world: I'd look at derelict buildings and imagine the banshees and spectres who lived in there, wander off into