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The Dryad's Bubble: Oink, oink, or; What to do in Malibu when you're feverish
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Wasting time and brainpower since 2008. Sunday, August 9, 2009. Oink, oink, or; What to do in Malibu when you're feverish. Are you sure it's not allergies? The testy voice asked at the end of the line. "Look, I know all the media is encouraging everyone to think they have Swine Flu, but we can't give out stacks of Tamiflu to everyone with a sniffle.". So here's how I entertained myself while grounded with swine flu. 1) Trying to get to know my newest half-sibling while not breathing on him. Nobody knows&...
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The Dryad's Bubble: August 2009
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Wasting time and brainpower since 2008. Sunday, August 9, 2009. Oink, oink, or; What to do in Malibu when you're feverish. Are you sure it's not allergies? The testy voice asked at the end of the line. "Look, I know all the media is encouraging everyone to think they have Swine Flu, but we can't give out stacks of Tamiflu to everyone with a sniffle.". So here's how I entertained myself while grounded with swine flu. 1) Trying to get to know my newest half-sibling while not breathing on him. Nobody knows&...
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The Dryad's Bubble: Harry Potter and the Shit Hitting the Fan
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Wasting time and brainpower since 2008. Saturday, July 18, 2009. Harry Potter and the Shit Hitting the Fan. 8220;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince” begins with Harry covered in blood and stunned, and things don’t much pick up for him from there. After a brief flirtation at Surbiton station of all places, Harry is pretty much back in Hogwarts and up shit creek. I like the Harry Potter films, and I’m not here to diss this one. Not that there is much twisting. Helena Bonham Carter as Bellatrix. The sta...
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Kevin Jackson - artist profile
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Kevin Jackson - fine artist - Profile. Kevin Jackson was born and educated in the UK. Jackson exhibits his work in the UK and in galleries around the world and has undertaken a range of commissioned works for corporations, public areas and private clients. He has a Masters Degree from Chelsea School of Art, London, and worked as lecturer, fine art printer, and engraver. For 20 years he was a commercial printmaker working in a creative collaboration with fellow artist Rima Farah. For information and all e...
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KEVIN JACKSON: My Place on the Isle
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Sunday, 12 September 2010. My Place on the Isle. To be reminded that. The British Isle-s) is an island always takes me by surprise. My Father is a seaman and we lived by the sea. As a child, the sea seemed no boundary at all. Life flowed and trafficked, nothing stopped at the tide-line. Is it the rich street (or poor street) down the road-second-on-the-right, or that crisis stricken war torn living hell in the news? I hail from a. Defined as: melange in flux as it always has been, a place of dreams.
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The Dryad's Bubble: The Witching Hour with BBC Four
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Wasting time and brainpower since 2008. Sunday, December 27, 2009. The Witching Hour with BBC Four. Which is not to say I do not find flying stressful. I do. I'm naturally disorganised, so when there are certain aspects of life where you HAVE to be organised - on location, or flying - where there are no options for talking your way out of things and certain things have to happen at certain times in a certain order, I find it incredibly stressful. Could anyone have saved Stefan? Linda's terrible but under...
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The Dryad's Bubble: Romance's Last Gasp
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Wasting time and brainpower since 2008. Sunday, March 14, 2010. I was woken by the sound of Gary Barlow warbling that he wanted me back for good. An iPod and speakers had been put through my door and I opened it, to find Monkey sitting on his backpack in the landing. "Yo," he said. I won't forget that for a long time. I looked grim, all rumpled and still dressed from the night before. Hi C, Hi Niece, Hi Man in your lives. I shall trawl Tattler for news and clues over the next decade of dentistry, or poss...
