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Blog? What blog? Surely that can't be right?

Tuesday, May 07, 2013

Forgot the title...

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The scene: a dark corridor. A high door in a steel frame, red padded leather. A darker corner beside the door. Stealthy scritchi...
Tuesday, April 16, 2013

In which some things are typed upon a keyboard. Which is progress.

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Interestingly, Google has not forgotten that I exist, although I may have forgotten it exists? It's all very existential, I'm sure...
Saturday, January 28, 2012

Stretching

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The scene: An English-language bookshop, somewhere in Prague. The players: The bookshop salesperson, earnestly pretty A well-spoken custome...
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Sunday, March 27, 2011

Sweeping up

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So, now that we have that dreaded catch-up question post out of the way, what else is new? Well, there’s all the various scandals, storm...
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Sunday, March 20, 2011

Enter, pursued by a bear

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Once upon a time there was an evil auntie who had a blog. First, she was a fake auntie, then a real auntie, but always there was the blog....
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Sunday, September 27, 2009

The story of last month (mostly)

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Look! Ebook Look! Ebook Ebook! look! This nice e-book! This nice e-book! I cannot read This nice e-book! Do you like, E-ink displays? I do n...
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Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Strangely wistful

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"Hello." "Hello, Evil Auntie Peril. This is AYSAVMCL speaking." "Hello, Attractive-yet-shy-and-very-married-Czech-l...
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EvilAuntiePeril
Born in shame, she lived in fear, running wild with the animals of the forest who were her only friends (especially the rock hyrax). Found by a kindly troupe of wandering monks, she learned the mystic art of sha-ra-o-kreeeee and became a deadly fighter. With her flowing auburn tresses and lilac eyes, she drew all men under her seductive spell, but there was only one man that could shatter the ice that protected her heart. He was... Lionel, the mighty fishmonger.
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