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Looking at Flickr | Tilting at Windmills
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This is me…. The personal wafflings of Cyran Dorman. Looking at Flickr September 12, 2010. 8212; cyrandorman @ 1:05 pm. Originally uploaded by CyranDorman. This shot works so much better in Lightbox. Click on the photo or press L within the flickr page and you get to see it against a black bockground. Have a look at the other pics in my Thamesmead set: www.flickr.com/photos/astrogirl72/sets/72157622907218918. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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Organic | Tilting at Windmills
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This is me…. The personal wafflings of Cyran Dorman. Organic November 13, 2010. 8212; cyrandorman @ 1:14 pm. Originally uploaded by CyranDorman. About a month ago I won a photography competition and for the last four weeks I’ve been enjoying my prize of a months supply of organic fruit and vegetables. And I really mean enjoy. As well as the organic potatoes, onions, carrots (some of them purple! One Response to “Organic”. Tweets that mention Organic Tilting at Windmills - Topsy.com. A little piece of me.
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Just a few lines...: Our Turn...
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Just a few lines. Monday, 8 June 2009. In 2004 the USA re-elected George Bush, in dubious circumstances and with questionable majorities. Lots of people in America were very concerned and upset about this state of affairs, and the impact it would have on the view that the rest of the world had on their country. So, some of them created a website- sorryeveryone.com- on which they posted pictures and messages of themselves apologising for the turn of events. I mailed them this last night. The link is here.
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Me, my head and the NHS | Tilting at Windmills
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This is me…. The personal wafflings of Cyran Dorman. Me, my head and the NHS October 12, 2010. 8212; cyrandorman @ 10:32 am. I accepted this explanation and asked her how I went about ‘getting off’ them. She told me simply to stop taking them. Forever. That was that, no help, no alternative. Just a label and the promise that things would be fine from now on. But the pain didn’t stop. I’m still going no where, but at least I can hope again to have one, just one pain free day. October 12, 2010 at 10:44 am.
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Just a few lines...: May 2009
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Just a few lines. Sunday, 31 May 2009. Babies, Bathwater and the BNP. It's not very often I feel moved to write about politics, but I find myself growing increasingly concerned by the extent to which the upcoming European Elections are being overshadowed by the issues over MP's expenses. But, could we postpone our anger for a few days, please? Just until after Thursday? I only ask, because at the moment there is a. To prevent the BNP from winning seats. Chairman of the BNP, convicted of distributing mate...
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Book Launch | Tilting at Windmills
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This is me…. The personal wafflings of Cyran Dorman. Book Launch November 11, 2010. 8212; cyrandorman @ 1:06 pm. So, after months and months and rewrites and rewrites today I received an email to tell me that the Pulp Idol – Firsts book will be launched on 8th December. So, I suppose I should start shopping for dresses and practising my elevator pitch. This could be the start of something truly wonderful. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). A little piece of me.
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Tilting at Windmills | The personal wafflings of Cyran Dorman | Page 2
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This is me…. The personal wafflings of Cyran Dorman. June 7, 2010. 8212; cyrandorman @ 8:43 pm. This year has been rather kind to me. I’ve gone from being an aspiring author to being weblished thanks to the Liverpool Daily Post Live Read Literary Festival, and now I’m about to have the first chapter of my novel Down To Hades published in an anthology thanks to being a finalist in this years Writing on the Wall Pulp Idol Competition. Is this a good enough opening? This time however I have support. So here...
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Time and Tide: jousting in the night
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Sunday, 6 October 2013. Jousting in the night. Drift on purple clouds. As morning opens her arms. On a sweet thermal. A gracious intuitive joust. Of two respectful souls. Destined to ride the waves. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Robert Law, born Birkenhead, father of 5, travelled widely now back home on The Wirral and writing. View my complete profile. Chosen for One and Other, a big art project by Anthony Gormley. See My Blog. For details of my involvement 25 September 10pm till 11pm.
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Time and Tide: here again
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Sunday, 3 May 2009. The wrong end of the day. The world suddenly slides. Into an over-night bag. The perils of darkness. And the faint edge. Seizing and warping the very bones. Of comforts laid in store. Smashing dreams into a thousand pieces. Into a socially acceptable peace. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Robert Law, born Birkenhead, father of 5, travelled widely now back home on The Wirral and writing. View my complete profile. For details of my involvement 25 September 10pm till 11pm.
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Time and Tide: Extract from The Inheritance Chapter 3
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Tuesday, 17 February 2009. Extract from The Inheritance Chapter 3. Extract from The Inheritance Chapter 3. He looked like he had no answers. For probably the first time in his 32 years on the planet earth he was filled with apprehension which engulfed him like a cloud of poison gas. His mind was in freefall and he had lost all sense of control. Caroline walked amongst the people with a reassuring word for some and a soothing touch for others. A frail looking woman turned to look at her as she passed.