telling tales...

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if high-rises could
talk, they'd sure have a load of
storeys to choose from...

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('Tall Stories': 17 Syllables)

the protesters...

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"We are not numbers,
we are people!" yelled one. And
two and three agreed...

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There are plenty of legitimate massages available here on Gambian beaches, but the odd few resort to offering massages "with happy ending" (need I explain?). Peanut sellers and fruit plate sellers also abound. I have to say I delight in confusing the locals by surreptitiously asking for peanuts or a fruit plate "with happy ending". Mind you, I'd run a mile if they said yes...









(17 Syllables)

a sweet and (un)savoury truism?...

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just as biscuits go
with anything, so a tart
goes with anyone...

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(17 Syllables)

a sandwich short of a picnic...

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"same again, barman" -
"but you've not had one yet" - "then
make it a double"...

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(17 Syllables)

bloody cheek! (the left one)

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Blood was everywhere.
"You're nicked!" said the cop. Since when
was shaving a crime?...

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(17 Syllables)

soul mates...

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the exosphere?...that's
the furthest thing from my mind -
but you knew that, right?...

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('IQ' (as in 'I like you'?)': 17 Syllables)

well, almost perfect...

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everyone here's a
perfect stranger (the ones at
home are slightly flawed)

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it's a Gambian thing...











(17 Syllables)

the light that turns ME on...

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she's the light of my
life...only 40 watts, mind -
a bit dim, but, hey...

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('easily LED, too': 17 Syllables)

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My dear reader, the next 7 weeks will find me in The Gambia (they can't touch you for it, as they say) so I imagine postings during this period will be rather less frequent. Will the world will be a poorer place as a result? Well, what do you think? Just as I thought. Oh, well...

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'Big Society', my arse. Broken Britain, more like...

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our moral compass,
seeking sense of direction,
seems to have gone west...

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- north...south...north...east...south...











('British Idiots Idioms. Whatever': 17 Syllables)

why the rush?...

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Damned waitress, taking
my breath away. And before
I'd even finished...

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as pretty as a pitcher - the one she'd brought to the table...











('Beer Goggles': 17 Syllables)

cowslips and buttercups...

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God, those foxes are
brutal! - I've just picked a cows
lip and buttock up...

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- messy...












('Some Pick Flowers - Others Fights': 17 Syllables)

blank verse...

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reading between the
lines, I think this is one of
my finest couplets...

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('Two into three does go': 17 Syllables)

who needs an A-Z? - I only ever go from A-B...

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my car's not so much
state-of-the-art as "look at
the state of that art"...

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('Avoid crashing - be a wreckless driver': 17 Syllables)