Tag: Tales
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A quiet evening meal…
I’d just had a slurp of the finest Chateau Boef de Fwarp rosé wine – 1995 – as advised by the maître d’, a vintage year he kept gushing. Delicious tangy fruitiness with just a sharp kick at the point of swallowing. Not at all bad for £8.99 a bottle. We’d ordered three just to…
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Who is Clancy Farquhar?
Claudette looked at her watch and tutted. Her bus was due fourteen minutes ago. The journey takes twenty-five minutes to get her to the town centre, and then she has another five minute walk to the surgery. By her reckoning, she was now forty minutes late for work. As she worked flexible hours, this wasn’t…
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Who is Clancy Farquhar?
Lady Salinger-Wallis squealed with delight as she slipped down the artificial ski-slope. She wasn’t standing; she had fallen at the top of the slope trying to attach one of her skis which had become detached from her left foot as she was about to ski for the very first time. She slid head first, from…
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Who is Clancy Farquhar?
“Clanky Farquhar!” Shouted the receptionist as though she was in a very bad mood. “CLANKY FARQUHAR!” She bellowed once again, seemingly staring at everyone in the waiting room. There were only three people there, two men and a woman. The two men glanced around the room, at each other, and then back at the gruff…
The Mansionic Perspective 