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Buttered toast, Charlie?
“Buttered toast for breakfast, Charlie?” said Mrs. Charlie and paused to hear Charlie’s customary nod from the other room. Today was unusual, because no such sound came back to her. … more →
Writing a Wrong...
Buttered toast, Charlie?
amwood wrote 2 weeks ago: “Buttered toast for breakfast, Charlie?” said Mrs. Charlie and paused to hear Charlie … more →
Oddles and soddles
amwood wrote 4 weeks ago: I haven’t gambled since I lost a game of Russian roulette. … I’ll tell you how clu … more →
Journal of British Studies - Special Section on Loyalties and Allegiances in Early Modern England
h1storym0nkey wrote 1 month ago: I am very pleased to say that the latest issue of JBS features the special section I co-edited with … more →
Sum headlines
amwood wrote 1 month ago: Pop moosic legend mourned The Prime Minstrel haz declaired a nationul day of mourning ahfter pop moo … more →
A few aphorgisms
amwood wrote 1 month ago: I believe what two people do behind closed doors is their own business. I believe that, although sod … more →
Nod the funee pages
amwood wrote 2 months ago: Elton Longjohn Wants Babee The singer woz bespotted with the 14 mnth old baby who haz yet to be naym … more →
Wilhelm's head
amwood wrote 2 months ago: Wilhelm was head of philostuffy at a facetious university. His students were always deeply perspired … more →
Arnold’s Nose Best
amwood wrote 2 months ago: Ass 1, Seat 4. Arnold runs into P. Harem in the street, tipsy. They laff at a lady on a tramp and th … more →
Anita the Living End
amwood wrote 3 months ago: “I just can’t help myself!” cried Anita Shower. Anita’s muvva, Lucy Shower-H … more →
The Trail of Prince Chafing
amwood wrote 3 months ago: Once or twice upon a timely, there lived a prince who slept all day on his princely hammock. The Kin … more →
Sardines
amwood wrote 3 months ago: The caravan stood on the cliff edge. “Wooo!” cried the owl. Standing still, Ed liked the … more →
Trubble Sleeping?
amwood wrote 3 months ago: Dear Sincerely Deirdre. I am riding about an disparaging situation in the bed-ruin. Three weeks henc … more →
Dirk's growed up
amwood wrote 3 months ago: “I’m a man,” said Dirk on his sixteenth birthday. Nobody woz around to put up a fight. Indeed … more →
Charming Suzan
amwood wrote 3 months ago: Watch out for charming Suzan She moves just like a snake She bites and chokes and hisses Watch out f … more →
During the warsaw
amwood wrote 3 months ago: Peter looked at his wrist watch and saw the time was two thirty. All of a sudden a flashback overcam … more →
Seesaw Margarine Jaws
amwood wrote 3 months ago: A seesaw lonely in a park cos kids were nowhere for a lark. It looked around – to no avail And … more →
I SAT DOWN BESIDE MYSELF
amwood wrote 3 months ago: ACT 1, SCENE 3 Julianne sits on her bedroom window sill, looking outside and lost in thought. Enter … more →
You or tootsie Sally on Sunday
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amwood wrote 3 months ago: I spit my peas at Harry He likes when folk do that He shakes his hands all jazz-like and net sem in … more →
Nestegg Remembers
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amwood wrote 3 months ago: The mourning mountain dew looked so bountiful to Alfred P. Nestegg as he head a semidetached pistol … more →
