Getting my hand in

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The scribbling jag is preparation for a rather alarming writing weekend, which I will be attending as second fiddle to a ‘real’ writer.  The subconscious is a very strange place; without in the least intending it the exercise book now contains verses on Donne, on death, on smiling and on throwing up.

I still blame the Latin.

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    • A sound policy, but I haven’t encountered any of them in the last few weeks. Or of course it’s always pretty convenient to blame the parents (nearly as safe as the classics).

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