December 2009
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We don’t have to be stars exploding in the night Or electric eels under the covers We don’t have to be Anything quite so unreal Lets just be lovers
The Magnetic Fields
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Newbie.
Okay, so after getting the same buses 5 days a week for these past few months, you start getting familiar with the usual bus ‘crew’. There’s the timid and extremely polite woman who lets everyone on the bus before her, despite being at the bus stop about 15 minutes before everyone else, there’s the woman in the beige camel coat with a mole on her face who does nothing but...
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Ambitions.
Mrs Gardener, a kind hearted teacher with round, thick glasses and a bad perm asks a proud, 5 year old Emma, “So what do you want to be when you grow up?” Emma replies “A ballerina!” “How about you, David?” “FIREMAN!” “And you, Chanitra? What do you want to be when you grow up?” “I want to be a dishwasher.”
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Oh wow, look at you now, flowers in the window.
I’m thinking about my friends. My old ones. Ones I went to primary school with. Ones I played mummys and daddys, and hopscotch with. Ones I sang in the nativity play with. Ones I played dress-up with. We’re at that age where our lives are all going separate ways now, we’re not all school children anymore. We’re not all the same, in our uniforms. We’re becoming our own...
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Fingers.
Fingers are brilliant. They are underrated, under-appreciated and taken for granted. We all use them for so many different things; plucking strings, pressing buttons in lifts, turning pages in books, fishing around for that something stuck in our eyes, applying lip balm, picking noses, the peace sign, fastening buttons, eating crisps, typing out pointless blogs…And we have ten of them (yes,...