Tag: Surreal Reality
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The glamorous life of a call girl
I started work just before my eighteenth birthday. Well, I started working in a ‘proper’ job just before my eighteenth birthday – I had worked on a Youth Training Scheme before then which should have been for art, design and printing, but mostly entailed cleaning out the gent’s loos. Oh, I did do some art,…
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Localised icy patches
Mondays can be strange days. Some can be great and some can be odd. I think today would have to fall into the odd category. I was up and ready bright and early this morning. I looked out of the window and saw that the weather was clear. No fog, snow, rain, wind, and only…
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Bad hair day
Usually my hair looks good. Usually, I look at myself in the mirror and think ‘Your hair is looking very good today, Tom.’ I always talk to myself as though I am someone else when looking in the mirror. When I’m generally thinking about things, without looking in a mirror at the same time, I…
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Lost for words…
I. No. Today, we. No. Look, Aaargh! I have no inspiration this evening. I started to write something about the colour red earlier, but then I realised it was reminding me of my nose, so I have temporarily scrapped that post. I then looked at the Postaday2011 topic for today, “What can’t you say no…
The Mansionic Perspective 