There is just time left for you to enter The Moon Topples story competition which closes tomorrow. I have finished my entry and feel the better for it. I don’t write short stories very often as I find them too, well, short. I have read some in the past – Hardy, Hemingway, Chekov, but came to the conclusion that I preferred the novels of Hardy and Hemingway and the plays of Chekov. The only time I ever missed a station on the tube was when I was reading a Thomas Hardy short story. I was working at what used to be called Twentieth Century Fox in Perivale and ended up in West Ruislip which, I believe is somewhere in The Netherlands. That would explain the windmills of disorientation that were swirling around in my mind anyway. I don’t blame the short story for that though.
- Assuming people who criticise the way things are would prefer to live in a fascist dictatorship.
- Inferring that things would be much better if we all stopped whinging and handed over all spare land to Tescos because they have promised to create jobs.
The “burqini”, which has already been sold to more than 9000 women in
Unveiling the new Surf Life Saving
So no messing about with hand-wringing and navel gazing then, just a little bit of compromise, enterprise and lycra. Go surfies.
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