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  Had my first lecture from the The City Literary Institute tonight on The Master of Suspense:Alfred  Hitchcock’s Spy Thrillers. It’s an eight week course which, from my first experience , seemed very interesting and stimulating  It’s nice learning stuff just for my interest only  and not something confined to work it’s a bit like pampering yourself with a long bubble bath and a facial  It’s the BIG GAY QUIZ tomorrow night  At this rate I’m going to be all zoomed out!  from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3jgRAm2

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Was it five years ago?  I think it was.  Sunset on a summers’ night and a phone call from a stranger. He was sat in a car, near a beach and it was clear he had been crying. I could tell he was young, perhaps thirty. He had a clear English accent almost devoid of local lilt or twang. He told me he was a teacher but refused to give me his name. I worked so hard on that phone call.  I kept him engaged and I listened.  And he talked so sadly about how he felt and how much he wanted to die. His class had scored poor marks in their A levels and he felt a failure. He had felt a failure all of his life. For an hour he talked and he even laughed when I asked him to share with me what music he had listened to in the car.  He didn’t know that I was sensing I was losing him and that I was playing every trick in the book to keep him talking. I heard him open the blister pack of tablets and he admitted he was piling them on the passenger seat My colleague...

  Here's a story for a new born baby... ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ O nce upon a time and far from here there was  a land of milk. T he rain that fell upon The Milky Mountains was not of water, but of nice warm milk.. The milk flowed into milky streams that gurgled white and frothy down to milk-white rivers beside which milking cows grazed in lovely meadows, their udders filled to bursting with creamy milk. I n the village of  Milkchester, the dairy farmers Mr and Mrs Milko delivered fresh milk to the village school every day. There the children blew bubbles into their little bottles of milk before singing to their benign  god - "The Milky Bar Kid": The Milky Bar Kid is strong and tough, Only the best is good enough, Creamy milk a whiter bar, The good taste that's in Milky Bar, "THE MILKY BARS ARE ON ME !", Milky Bar so creamy white, Nestles'  Milky Bar! H ow lovely it was to live in such a happy, milky land. It wasn't a land of milk and honey - just a la...