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When there wasn’t mush else to do on lazy Camperdown weekend afternoons we would go and climb something – a tree, the mountain or some roofs in the main street where I lived. We’d climb up an ancient drainpipe near Mr’s Glessons music shop, the paint peeling away in slivers on our hands revealing corroding [...]

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Twiddly fine close up detail. Careful microwork, eyes trying to focus on a tiny point, like threading a piece of cotton through the eye of a needle – almost impossible. I wet cotton in my mouth to make it more workable, it’s flat taste makes me squirm and gag. Things seem to go in and [...]

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You could see the steam in his eyes hanging like a gauze curtain. He was getting frustrated by the second. In deep channels in his brain bubbles were forming. You could tell that just one more thing would have him screaming like a kettle,just one more thing. The desk was a series of mounds resembling [...]

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Out past Foxhow, there’s one right turn you have to make,  it’s not hard, it’s an intersection just over a little rise in the middle of some sun boiled fields. The indicator kertinkers as I approach, those coming from the other road face a give way sign. The road goes for about 5 kilometers and [...]

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I was stuck, at the bottom of the deep end. Diving in had been no problem, letting the chilly fingers of the water take their grip on me as I plunged and flippered toward that ten cent piece on the bottom, but then I got there and everything came to a halt. I didn’t know [...]

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He thinks he’s the life of the party, now on can number eleven he’s almost fully tanked. Dancing with abandon, arms and legs flailing like a tank landing on D-Day. The river of alcohol infused into his blood makes him think he’s attractive to women and he keeps sidling up to them , interrupting conversations [...]

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What is it about a crumpet? It’s different to bread, spongy, pliant,not well defined. Biting into a piece of toast is like cracking glass, but a crumpet is like putting a trampoline in your mouth and letting loose a bouncing ball. I don’t indulge often, but when I do my preference is toasted, with butter [...]

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Rockin’ Ropes I think it was called down there in Rotarua N.Z. We arrived at a yard full of telegraph poles with ropes stretched out in place of telegraph wires. Yes we were going to be walking these thin strands soon  After a quick safety talk we  don harnesses. Cradles are strapped across our shoulders [...]

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Blue dot, green dot, yellow dot, red dot. Splotches of colour, perfect circles on glossy white background. A dial spins, lands on a colour, now hands and arms and legs octopus toward the nearest blob. Laughter ripples through the room as limbs bend at impossible angles to accommodate. Muscles feel the strain – being tensioned [...]

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 I quiet enjoyed the train journey into the city on Tuesday nights, it was unusual for me as mostly it’s the bike or the car- but parking would have been impossible , so, I sat in the artificial light of the carriage observing fellow passengers engaged in books or I-pods or conversations – some half [...]

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