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What a great all-round athlete my brother is! He won the 100m
three years running, the trampoline championships twice on the
bounce and the lightweight sculls four years in a row.
Didn't quite win the diving, but hey, he made quite a splash...
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Farewell, Rio...
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"June 18, 1815," she said, "Battle of Waterloo". That's the last time I ask an
historian for a date, however attractive I find her. Don't they ever switch off?...
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Don't complain if your doctor can't speak English. I'm grateful mine
hardly speaks a word. He'll never be able to pronounce me dead - well, not
so you'd understand him, anyway...
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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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