January 31st, 2009 |
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Volume III: Cautionary Tales
A miserable night at the end of January played host to Volume III of Telltales and despite the dark, depressing weather a cafe’s worth of people turned up to hear a selection of Cautionary Tales, and other stories. With reptilian-like birds, bouncing postwomen, sinking countries and dreamcatching on the table there was plenty of food […]
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January 31st, 2009 |
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Volume III: Cautionary Tales
There was a cuddly, round post woman who wore her uniform shorts and a smile on her face all year round. She loved her job, driving the van past the field of abandoned vehicles, listening to Radio 2 and the hits from the 1980s, arriving in the village of Harrowbarrow and delivering the mail. As […]
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January 31st, 2009 |
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Volume III: Cautionary Tales
Venetian waterbus – vaporetto No gondolier, no “One Cornetto” You rock and sway, you bump and grind While I just sit on my behind No love and peace, no peace and love Your passengers, they push and shove They push and shove, they never queue Not like back home, I’m telling you Italian, French, the […]
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January 29th, 2009 |
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Volume III: Cautionary Tales
Down a dark, dark lane, was a dark, dark house, and in that house lived a dark, dark man. The rhyme kept going around in his head as he approached the house. “Stop it!” he told himself. Already, the light was fading. He shivered, forcing himself to move. While he did not want to get […]
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January 29th, 2009 |
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Volume III: Cautionary Tales
One day, not too far away, the whole country sank – it suddenly slumped down about a thousand feet in the middle just where most of the coal had been dug out over the centuries. To be honest, it was more of a depression than a crater, about one hundred miles in diameter just about […]
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January 28th, 2009 |
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Volume III: Cautionary Tales
Halcyon When the vessels of the day break and the scent of night pervades the dusk we’ll gather in the glade and dance amongst the shade, the stones, the musk Dark’s soft blanket, in spreading we will greet the march of time with onslaught swift make shadows thick, the flower to dust and in joy […]
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