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We'll always have Madrid... Here's looking at you, Professeur

All things come to an end. All that is solid melts into air. We know this.

Yet, sometimes, the end is still shocking, sudden, and sad. 1,263 more words


You're Going Home...in an Organised Football Coach!

Britpop wasn’t just about pop.

Britpop wasn’t xenophobic.

Britpop wasn’t nationalistic…well, not in that way.

Britpop was outwardly inward looking.

Britpop was about the village green and spiders from mars, it was about the black and white of two-tone, it was about the technicolour of swinging sixties Carnaby Street, it was about outsiders winning over the insiders, it was inclusive and exclusive. 1,836 more words


We're Going to the Fair

We’re going to the fair,
Our handmade art to sell.
We’re going to the fair,
And hope to do quite well.
We’re going to the fair! 305 more words



Mr Parker was a proud and old-fashioned man; he wore a three-piece suit, including a pocket watch, every day of the week and only opened doors with his hand protected by the pocket of his jacket. 2,122 more words

Creative Writing

Authentic Spring

I’ve been away for a minute, because spring. In Germany, spring doesn’t just mean Easter and half-term Holidays, it means nature is waking up, and of Course working in the garden. 194 more words


RHS Wisley

Another hot, sunny day invited us out. We drove to Clandon Park but we didn’t go in because we left the National Trust cards at home. 228 more words