July 1973
My girlfriend smokes only the best cigars, and claims to own an autographed bikini that was a gift from Sophia Loren.
Sometimes her pawn hits a landmine on the chess board and she isn't bothered that she has ruined the whole damn game.
Picture: Master Tux
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CONTENTS
- Columns (60)
- Prose poems (24)
- Songs (14)
Welcome
Welcome to 'A Frample', a confused tangle of columns, prose poems and lyrics. It's not so much a blog as an online folder, lying somewhere between a drawer and the bin.
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Continuing my solo therapy with there not being enough resources for a one-to-one with a professional, deemed not suitable for a group onl...
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April 1973 Dressed up but messed up, standing four deep on London Road, trying to block the visions of hospital beds and muffle the ech...
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Fife Free Press, January 9, 1997 A million words must be written every year about the commercialisation of Christmas; how the tru...
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I’m in no doubt there must be a balance to our existence, a natural Hegelian dialectic on life. Where there is good there will be bad. It’s ...
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August 2017 At every chevron on every bend, there's a reminder of a new beginning coming after every end. Mist on the mountains, r...
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December 16, 2018 In many areas of the newspaper industry, core design is now by means of template. To those not familiar with the p...
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Back in the Day Western Isles July 2019 The dawn of the 20th century was to herald in an era of dramatic change, dominated by two...
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July 1973 My girlfriend smokes only the best cigars, and claims to own an autographed bikini that was a gift from Sophia Loren. Someti...
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There is a Scottish saying, “We’re a’ Jock Thamson’s bairns”. Depending on your outlook on life that’s a very socialist, Christian, Buddhist...
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1980 Time doesn't matter, there is no clock or calendar, just static scenery. Continuing galleries filled with all the people once k...

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