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The Weans

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Our dog, Bajka, had a wee nip at me earlier tonight because Marta and I were play-fighting on the couch, and the only thing I could think of was…  

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On Running

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Like many an aging, overweight, mid-thirties fellow, I had something of an awakening a few years ago. I woke one day and realised that a great deal of weight I’d lost early in the decade had somehow reappeared, in what felt like, overnight. That, of course, was not the case. A combination of a deleterious […]

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The Ginger Bullet

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Recently, I have spent some time walking a dog. I stress, dear reader, that I haven’t lassoed a stray for the purpose. No, this is an animal slowly becoming my own – being, as she is, the ward of my girlfriend, Marta. It is with some interest, and no little amusement, that I realise Bajka, […]