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if no man is an
island, then Ibiza's one
hell of a woman...
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(17 Syllables)
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Why do you never mince your words, Jeremy Paxman? You're often forced to
eat them later, so those such as "peevish valetudinarianism" would be far easier
to swallow. Minced.
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A Briton is more likely to die by any other means than to be murdered, writes
Bill Bryson. Terrific, but that's more than can be said for the English language,
which is, like, murdered on an almost hourly basis...
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I, too, go to bed naked (news item). What's more, checking my diary, I don't
seem to have anything on for the rest of the week, either...
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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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