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AGED 19

I’d just started blogging last year when I first posted a piece about The Étaples Military Cemetery in the Pas-de-Calais department of Northern France. The Cemetery stands on the former site of a vast military hospital complex used by the Allies during the First World War. Being away from the frontline trenches the military hospital

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OBSESSION’S NOT A PERFUME

 It’s a logical conclusion No time for turning back Obsession’s shut the door on you That’s a thing they call payback   Obsession’s not a perfume It’s just a self-centred private curse An ever-growing cancer You’re not the cure; you’re not the nurse   You’re in denial about the gathering up Of all the hearts

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A PRINCESS WHO MORPHED INTO A FISH

(I typed her name in Google Images and this pic came up. I’m guessing this isn’t the Princess though)  In my last post I mentioned noticing a road sign outside Lidl’s in Folkestone (free parking for 90 minutes) named after St Eanswythe (aka Ēanswīþ or Eanswide).  I guessed she might be the Patron Saint of

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ZOOLON’S TAKE ON OPTIMISM

(a photo of me optimistically getting a bit of practice in for when I get to walk the high wire) ‘It ain’t over till the fat lady sings’ is (according to Wiki) ‘a colloquialism which is often used as a proverb. It means that one should not presume to know the outcome of an event

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ZOOLON’S ASTONISHING WORLD OF LAMPPOSTS

Before I get onto the subject of specific lampposts please note the words in the following verse make no mention of lampposts. Shakespeare rarely mentioned lampposts in his plays or sonnets.  Zoolon’s modern day take on ‘Romeo & Juliet’ My princess read me my horoscope, on the face of it, it sounded good Her old

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MARIONETTES & SOMERSAULTS

Sometimes it’s a pain being Zoolon. Monday morning I was down in the kitchen having breakfast (Shreddies with a chopped banana). The news was playing to itself on the TV.  I wasn’t taking much of it in. Then, out of the blue I heard the newsreader say, “With police numbers dropping the Metropolitan Police are

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ZOOLON’S SCANDINAVIAN ‘NOIR’

HIDDEN Flesh & bone under water Soul flying away Which will be reborn? No one can say Is she in the dark river Or lost to the sea? Only the ghost knows The ghost that is she Staying with the ‘dark’ theme, here’s a new piece of music I’ve composed, aimed at the Scandinavian ‘Noir’

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ZOOLON’S ‘ITCH’

(above, a happier me just 48 hours before the ‘the itch’) What’s the worst thing that you can do to your mum on her birthday? Maybe, forgetting to buy her a present? Possibly, sitting her next to Trump in the restaurant on her special birthday outing? Even, thoughtlessly hiring a hitman to ‘take her out’

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ZOOLON’S NEW SHIRT

The faithful Strat needed new strings, so I went to the city to buy some. I was on my way back to the car when I saw the ‘20% OFF’ sign in the window of the French Connection store. They sell OK shirts so I bought one. After I’d paid for it the girl at

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ZOOLON, JACQUES BREL & THE ODD THINGS

There’s a beautiful little village (the local’s call a ‘city’) in The Ardennes called Monthermé. Above is a photo that gives an idea of just how decent the place looks. Generally, I prefer places you can get lost in. It’s pretty much impossible to get lost in Monthermé, yet it has a certain style of

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