Category Archives: Comrades

Getting my Priorities Right

I woke late the other day. Scrabbling for my phone, I discovered that I had precisely fifteen minutes to make the bus. Fifteen minutes isn’t so bad: it’s enough time to shove a slice of toast and a cup of tea down my … Continue reading

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Gaining some Perspective

Mr P walked out of his job as an electrician two weeks ago. Since then, we have been building a website for him to sell his artwork on and pursuing that avenue. He hated being a sparky and now he finally has the … Continue reading

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A Touch of Class

Mr P and I sometimes jokingly argue about who was the most working class when growing up. Mr P’s dad used to cycle to work every morning, whereas we never had a car at all. Ever. We didn’t get a telephone … Continue reading

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Un-Kate-Ful

My dearest friend, and Maid of Honour, Katie Cat, has a lovely boyfriend, Mr F, who has a tendency to buy her God awful Christmas and/or birthday presents. Consequently, she used to tell her mum what she would like prior to the … Continue reading

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Pants on Fire

Recently, I have come across a hell of a lot of lies shooting out of the mouths of men in my acquaintance. My sister, the Redhead, has recently split with her boyfriend after he lied about cheating on her. This came shortly … Continue reading

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iDrones

Mr P has finally succumbed to his techie-geek side and purchased an iPhone. Luckily for me, he states that he won’t become one of those people who download every app under the sun / use it to play games on during … Continue reading

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Tributes

Since we’ve been allowed to listen to CDs at work, mine have the been the ones mostly being spun. This isn’t because I’m hogging the CD player, but simply because my colleagues aren’t brining their music choices in. So, if they complain … Continue reading

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