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"my girlfriend's from France" -
"really? what part?" - "all of her,
as far as I know"...
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- talking of 'abroad', for the next few weeks postings will be intermittent whilst yours truly, too, ventures on his latest trip beyond the familiar confines of his scent-marked 'Oyster card territory' and bids yet another sad adieu to the local Cafe Nero...
('A French Wench Gets One Over On Those Awful Norfolk Broads': 17 Syllables)
Who doesn't like a 3-liner? (Quite a few of you don't, apparently.) Well, I'll have you know that many a critic has said of my work "at least it's in English" - and as for the great Stephen Fry, he once said of me "Vincent who?" Let's just say I supply the litter to the litterati [sic - but only at times] - ie: I write rubbish. But rubbish mostly inspired by the HAIKU, the 17th Century Japanese verse form consisting of 3 lines and 17 (5-7-5) syllables. (WARNING: flash photography and limericks)
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