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Politics

David killed the Queen. It was nothing personal, he said. It was just politics. All he wanted was to make a political statement about the abuse of power in the country.

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Birch

1997: Business boomed. Optimism was shooting up everywhere and bursting into flower. Music was jocular. Sport was effusive. Soon it would be possible to do the most wonderful things with computers.

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Sister Luz

Once or twice over the years I have peered out of the bathroom during Sister Luz’s gatherings. I have watched three or four of them, aging women in soiled habits, making themselves as small and inevident as physically possible, their bodies scrunched up and pressed to the ground…

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Pinniped

We know they must smell like the dustbins behind a seafood restaurant, although we can’t smell them from here. They look as cold and alien to the touch as the part of your leg that finds its way out from under the bedclothes in winter.

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