In other non-linguistic news, how the hell did I forget how much I absolutely and utterly love the Jam? Oh yes, because all my Jam albums are on vinyl and have been sitting on my wardrobe in a huge box with my other records for two years, waiting for me to have room for my stereo's turntable in my room. Which I now do! But so that I can listen to them on my iPod, I just downloaded a bunch of my favourite songs, and am now jumping about in my seat remembering the days when I used to trot about in a little Fred Perry shirt and listen to lots of Northern Soul. 'Eton Rifles' still has the best bass line ever.
Mais oui, nein? Tiens!
In other non-linguistic news, how the hell did I forget how much I absolutely and utterly love the Jam? Oh yes, because all my Jam albums are on vinyl and have been sitting on my wardrobe in a huge box with my other records for two years, waiting for me to have room for my stereo's turntable in my room. Which I now do! But so that I can listen to them on my iPod, I just downloaded a bunch of my favourite songs, and am now jumping about in my seat remembering the days when I used to trot about in a little Fred Perry shirt and listen to lots of Northern Soul. 'Eton Rifles' still has the best bass line ever.
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Perhaps they had never gone away. How could anyone ever really compete with Elizabeth Wakefield?
With its warm peach-coloured wallpaper and subtle gold curtains, Alice Wakefield’s study was the epitome of chic. But its occupant looked anything…
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"There is…a dark magic"
“Re…Regina?” whispered Bruce, his voice ragged with yearning. “Yes, Bruce,” said Regina, a radiant smile enhancing her already beautiful features.…
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her face was burned into Bruce’s heart with an acid of pure love
“Good morning, Mr Patman!” Bruce Patman ignored the salutations of his employees as he strode across the parking lot of the Patman Canning Factory.…
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Perhaps they had never gone away. How could anyone ever really compete with Elizabeth Wakefield?
With its warm peach-coloured wallpaper and subtle gold curtains, Alice Wakefield’s study was the epitome of chic. But its occupant looked anything…
-
"There is…a dark magic"
“Re…Regina?” whispered Bruce, his voice ragged with yearning. “Yes, Bruce,” said Regina, a radiant smile enhancing her already beautiful features.…
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her face was burned into Bruce’s heart with an acid of pure love
“Good morning, Mr Patman!” Bruce Patman ignored the salutations of his employees as he strode across the parking lot of the Patman Canning Factory.…