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- First Swift
- Sparrowhawks: The Truth
- D'Oh!
- Blossom
- Serious Money - for Poetry!
- Comedy
- Porter
- Angel
- By the Way...
- The Leaders, As You've Never Seen Them
- Linden, Line, Lime
- An Epitaph
- Ups and Downs
- Born on This Day...
- That Debate: Nige's Verdict
- Sunsets and Silent Skies
- 'Who knows the fate of his bones?...'
- Ghost Signs
- An Afternoon
- April
- RIP
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- Beware of Pity
- A Good Omen?
- The Suburban Sublime
- 'A wisp of bast'
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About Me
- Nige
- Nige, who, like Mr Kenneth Horne, prefers to remain anonymous, was also a founder blogger of The Dabbler and a co-blogger on the Bryan Appleyard Thought Experiments blog. He is the sole blogger on this one, and his principal aim is to share various of life's pleasures. These tend to relate to books, art, poems, butterflies, birds, churches, music, walking, weather, drink, etc, with occasional references to the passing scene. His book, The Mother of Beauty: On the Golden Age of English Church Monuments, and Other Matters of Life and Death, is available on Amazon or direct from the author.
Royal Pigeon racing? do we suppose that her Madge has a loft or two at the back of Buck House. I can picture Phil, standing beside the loft made from old doors and window frames, rattling the can of corn, eyes searching the sky, official clock at the ready, held by a flunky of course.
ReplyDeleteIt was the Queen Mum, Gawd bless 'er - very keen on the old pigeons she was. There's a loft at Sandringham I believe...
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