Tag: writing
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Velvet Moss & Shivering Light
The stars were caught in a tangled net, Of willow bows and violet regret, When a man with a coat of velvet mossStepped over the bridge that no one would cross. He carried a lantern, hollow and wide, With a flicker of maybe trapped inside. He wasn’t searching for silver or gold, Or the stories…
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A Ban Today, a Precedent Tomorrow
They stopped Hasan Piker from entering this “United” Kingdomwith a decision already madesomewhere far from the desk in front of him. His ETA revoked,his name flagged,his presence declared“not conducive to the public good,”a phrase so vagueit can stretch to fitanyone a government finds inconvenient. No charges.No hearing.No explanation beyond implication. Just a door quietly closingon…
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The Case of the Forgetful First Minister
In a house near a hoose on a bright Glasgow day,A reporter popped up with a question to say: “Did your spouse do the thing with the funds in the can?”And she blinked and replied,“I don’t recall being married to that man.” She checked in the cupboards, she checked in her shoe,She checked in a…
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Trust Me, He Says, Again, Somehow
James Watt, the co-founder of Brewdog, has decided that now is the time to launch a new beer business. I have thoughts. Trust Me, He Says, Again, Somehow Trust is a funny thing.It takes years to build, seconds to lose, and apparently only one LinkedIn post to pretend you’ve earned back. Which brings us neatly…
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The Victory Lap of Not Knowing Anything
Sarah Wood is the leader of the Reform Party group on Kirklees Council. As such, she ran to lead the council, of which her party holds a plurality, but no majority. Here is Cllr. Wood, demonstrating her grasp of the council that she feels equipped to lead: The Victory Lap of Not Knowing Anything The…
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The Wind that Followed Me Home
A small wind followed me home today.Not a storm,not even a breeze;just a curious little draftwith leaves in its hairand the smell of faraway hillsclinging to its coat. It tugged at my sleevelike a child wanting attention,nudging me toward puddles,toward dandelions,toward things I’d forgottenwere worth noticing. When I boiled the kettle,it sat on the counterand…
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A Modest Proposal: The Scottish Premier Superleague
Scotland has always been a nation of innovators.We gave the world penicillin, television, and the deep‑fried haggis ball.So why not gift the world our next great breakthrough:a Premier Superleague consisting of exactly two teams, Rangers and Celtic, locked in eternal, city‑levelling combat. It’s not punishment.It’s enrichment.For them.For us.For the emergency services. After all, no other…
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1337 Day Streak on NoRerolls
Today, I hit a daily posting streak over on NoRerolls. 1337 days! That tickled me, and I thought I’d just put something here to commemorate… 1337: Skill Issue 1337 days in a row; a number that screams “pro,”even though my actual strategyis justdon’t stop postingand hope no one noticesI have no build order. Skill issue?Absolutely.But…