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As anyone will tell you: I can't sing. Girl on a Train. JonnyB's private secret diary. No Rock And Roll Fun. Nothing for you here. The Boy Who Likes To. Things What I Wrote. I would like to remind all passengers that pickpockets are active in and around the station and that you should take care at all times, keeping all your personal valuables out of sight. Welcome to London.’. Thursday, 09 April 2009 in On the Train. A Hat to Boot. Now, I dont generally lose things. Dont misunderstand me, I l...0160; I...
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Hymn: Skydiving
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As anyone will tell you: I can't sing. Girl on a Train. JonnyB's private secret diary. No Rock And Roll Fun. Nothing for you here. The Boy Who Likes To. Things What I Wrote. Life is miraculous. Pretty much everything about it is amazing, if you look at it from the right angle. And often I think it’s a miracle that I’m still here to enjoy it. For the first time ever, I was the first to land. I waited for my instructor, keen to digest the jump and organise another. Saturday, 02 June 2007 in Skydiving.
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Hymn: Holidays
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As anyone will tell you: I can't sing. Girl on a Train. JonnyB's private secret diary. No Rock And Roll Fun. Nothing for you here. The Boy Who Likes To. Things What I Wrote. Little S loves all Gods Creatures. Frequently our walks stop so that she can point out an ant and attempt to kiss it. It is a habit she repeats for just about any living thing that breathes. Are you sure this is a good idea? 0160; asked T as I cradled S on my lap trying to wrest the milk bottle from her lips. Dont worry, I replied,...
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Hymn: Travel
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As anyone will tell you: I can't sing. Girl on a Train. JonnyB's private secret diary. No Rock And Roll Fun. Nothing for you here. The Boy Who Likes To. Things What I Wrote. My mind was set: I would drive my recently-restored-broken-down-twice-in-the-last-month classic sports car across two counties to an airfield where I would hurl myself out of a perfectly serviceable aeroplane two and half miles above the ground. What possible room for disaster? I thought to myself. The English countryside on an early...
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Hymn: Down the Tube
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As anyone will tell you: I can't sing. Girl on a Train. JonnyB's private secret diary. No Rock And Roll Fun. Nothing for you here. The Boy Who Likes To. Things What I Wrote. There is a good service on all other lines. Another day down the tube. Tuesday, 24 February 2009 in Down the Tube. Today the even the late train from Stratford was unachievable dream. The Bastards so delayed my first one that the only way of reaching my desk before tea time on Friday, was the Tube followed by a six mile hike. Entirel...
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Hymn: Random
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As anyone will tell you: I can't sing. Girl on a Train. JonnyB's private secret diary. No Rock And Roll Fun. Nothing for you here. The Boy Who Likes To. Things What I Wrote. One Bargain Too Many. Ow That’s What I Call Music Volume 26. 160; In the second shop sat,. Now That’s What I Call Music Volume 27. 160; In the third,. And the fourth,. 160; Only when I got to the fifth and final store, the PDSA, did the pattern break. They had volume. Thursday, 28 August 2008 in Random. The jam grinds us to a halt&#...
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Hymn: A Wee Problem
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As anyone will tell you: I can't sing. Girl on a Train. JonnyB's private secret diary. No Rock And Roll Fun. Nothing for you here. The Boy Who Likes To. Things What I Wrote. A Hat to Boot ». Nothing and no-one can prepare you for potty training. It is an unspeakable thing. What, after all, is wrong with a highly absorbent nappy? 0160; And just going with the flow? If you think about it, maybe all the fuss Freud made was right: delayed gratification. I change her into some jeans. Ten minutes later, as I...
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Hymn: Artist
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As anyone will tell you: I can't sing. Girl on a Train. JonnyB's private secret diary. No Rock And Roll Fun. Nothing for you here. The Boy Who Likes To. Things What I Wrote. A Wee Problem ». Aged 2 3/4. Shes an artistic genius! Saturday, 21 March 2009 in Parenthood. Not a bad likeness of her father. Posted by: Mrs RW Sunday, 22 March 2009 at 12:50 AM. You should smile a bit more when posing for photos :). Sunday, 22 March 2009 at 05:20 PM. Too much hair to be her father! Not pretty enough for her mother.
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Hymn: Nana
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As anyone will tell you: I can't sing. Girl on a Train. JonnyB's private secret diary. No Rock And Roll Fun. Nothing for you here. The Boy Who Likes To. Things What I Wrote. Hello said the smart silver-haired lady with easy familiarity, I am so sorry. An old man nodded with gentle kindness. I didn’t quite. Recognise them. Then I understood as she took her place at the church organ. Of course, she’s played at Grandad’s funeral. She was adding her full stop to the generation. Friday, 12 January 2007 in Nana.
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