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A Rational Fear of Sharks.: Short Poems: Volume VII
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A Rational Fear of Sharks. By Ant Cule. Poet Laureate of your heart. Wednesday, 25 May 2011. Short Poems: Volume VII. More longer poems will be forthcoming as I try and get my arse in gear with this whole thing (it took me ages to write that rap, you see - This One. Here are some tiny morsels of poems. Oh crap, thought the crap pedlar, that’s good. Dave spewed vomit all over himself. ‘Lol,’ he said, before puking himself into a coma. An ocelot raced down the motorway, going much, much slower than the cars.
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A Rational Fear of Sharks.: Wedding Poems
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A Rational Fear of Sharks. By Ant Cule. Poet Laureate of your heart. Sunday, 26 June 2011. My two excellent friends Tom and Jemma got themselves married (to each other) yesterday. A wonderful time was had by all and I'm genuinely honoured to be have been part of the day (I was an usher). I wrote them a couple of poems which I then said which I shall now put here. These:. Two people are married, happily. Let's call them 'Tim' and 'Gemma' (with a G). Everyone cried at the ceremony. Mainly due to the poetry.
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Je cuis donc je suis: The rolling hills of Petritoli in Italy
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Je cuis donc je suis. Music To Cook To. Saturday, 21 April 2012. The rolling hills of Petritoli in Italy. Next holiday, perhaps? 8217; But, there’s no stopping us, however British and touristy we may look there is nothing, and I mean nothing, getting in the way of my pasty, winter trodden complexion and this positively Caribbean sun. This is the PALACE (! That my my Mother and God Mother so wish me to marry in, anybody want to take the leap first? It's not too expensive. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Je cuis donc je suis: More of ME?
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Je cuis donc je suis. Music To Cook To. Just incase you want to send fan mail, listen to my dulcite tones on my radio show or just follow me.on Twitter. Email : cookingwithchess@gmail.com. To find me on Twitter press HERE. Radio: Listen into The Mr Horse Show on Fridays 4-5.30 for your Drive Time at Livewire1350.com. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. The rolling hills of Petritoli in Italy. My Talented and Funny Friends. Http:/ unexpectedpizzadelivery.blogspot.com/.
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Je cuis donc je suis: Well, That Lasted Long...The Failed Resolutions of 2012
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Je cuis donc je suis. Music To Cook To. Tuesday, 31 January 2012. Well, That Lasted Long.The Failed Resolutions of 2012. After almost a month of angelic, refreshing, healthy behaviour there seems to be a bit of a tug on the old heart/belly strings. It is the well deserved pig-out in which one must consume as much naughtiness as possible in one sitting. So I decided to ease the pressure. Aren't I a good friend! Maybe one day I will be up to Mary's standards, but taste and heart comes before any of that.
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Je cuis donc je suis: Music To Cook To
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Je cuis donc je suis. Music To Cook To. Music To Cook To. I think Music in the kitchen is essential. It makes it fun and it gives you a rhythm. Sometimes if I begin cooking without music I catch myself with a frown and aggressively moving around the kitchen- so some big tunes remind me to lighten up. Here are my top cooking numbers/ albums:. Michael Jackson - The Essential. Incidentally the only album I can run to. Fleetwood Mac - Rumours. Only the best album of all time. Jackie Wilson - Reet Petite.
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Je cuis donc je suis: March 2011
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Je cuis donc je suis. Music To Cook To. Saturday, 19 March 2011. Poach some eggs, toast some Rye bread, chop a chive, boil some green beans, chuck around some lettuce and place some cottage cheese on top. One thing I try and cut out on is salad dressing, its a big fatty NoNo. Buy hey, it is delicious so it depends how you wanna roll. Monday, 14 March 2011. An Ode to Sleeping Pete. Bagels, smoked salmon and poached egg. A homage to my man Pete. Who always is asleep. But if he opens his peeps. I’m Ch...
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Je cuis donc je suis: January 2012
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Je cuis donc je suis. Music To Cook To. Tuesday, 31 January 2012. Well, That Lasted Long.The Failed Resolutions of 2012. After almost a month of angelic, refreshing, healthy behaviour there seems to be a bit of a tug on the old heart/belly strings. It is the well deserved pig-out in which one must consume as much naughtiness as possible in one sitting. So I decided to ease the pressure. Aren't I a good friend! Maybe one day I will be up to Mary's standards, but taste and heart comes before any of that.
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Je cuis donc je suis: January 2011
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Je cuis donc je suis. Music To Cook To. Wednesday, 26 January 2011. Squid and chorizo on a bed of rocket, home-made harissa and a slice of lime. Boeuf Bourguignon with fried bread, celeriac mash and glazed beans. Raspberry tart served with vanilla ice cream. This was the only photographic evidence left of the desert. Oops. For the Raspberry Tart I used a pre-made pastry all the way from Italy! Overall the night went fantastically, I had such a wonderful time producing dishes that I had never cooked befor...
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A Rational Fear of Sharks.: April 2011
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A Rational Fear of Sharks. By Ant Cule. Poet Laureate of your heart. Tuesday, 26 April 2011. I Am A Romantic. I'm currently in the Lake District, glorious part of the country, beautiful. Majestic. Sweeping. And, just as Wordsworth was those many moons ago, I have been inspired to write a poem eulogising nature and such. Oh babbling brook, your whispered path scythes. Oh bumbling bee, with your wings so small. And body so big. Oh skittering slate, your cracked, gnarled face. And the bumbling for the bee.
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