The man-child

Ms R has never been one to cling. Ok there might be an exception if she were say scaling a cliff and not clinging would result in certain death. But in matters of relationships, when someone calls it a day they have usually been thinking about it for longer than a day. If he/she says they want to go...

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Death of a truly great man

He passed away this morning. He is the father of my best friend. I don't want it to be 'was' because he is. He is the man I wished could have been my own father. The man, who with his lovely wife, looked after me when I got desperately ill in 2005. He told me where he hid the chocolate and we chatted....

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No Stephen Fry, it's you who needs the love

Ms R is starting to think Stephen Fry has some sort of Tourette's. Now, most of the time Ms R tolerates the loquacious, look-at-me by ignoring him. Admittedly since the big dough boy has ingratiated himself on to every piece of bandwidth this is getting difficult, however the will at Ms R Towers is...

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Down, deeper and down

Would you go down the chimney for a lover? This is not Ms R's sad attempt at innuendo but a real question. Californian GP Jacqueline Kotarac decided she had to confront her on again/off again lover. He didn't answer the door, having apparently slipped out the back way to take a trip. Determined, and...

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Lightheaded but not woolly

I was going to do a quantum physics piece on how couples expand to fit the available footpath space. Then I thought someone might decide I wrote it not because it amuses Ms R that a+b is not ab but 4ab, but for some Other Reason. Since I am lightheaded I decided to stop thinking about it. It could...

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300 words. 500 signatures. No point.

Ms R is currently bemused by what passes for summer clothing in London, the number of people who acquire Brazilian citizenship during the World Cup and letters in the newspaper signed by people who are Well Known and who Normally Act or Sing or Do Something Artistic But Who Feel They Must Be Political. You...

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Eat, Pray, Laugh All Way to Bank

Elizabeth Gilbert was feeling unfulfilled. Alarm bells, albeit ethnically-sourced ones - probably Peruvian - were going off in her head. She had no passion for anything. Could it be that she was a spoiled, self-obsessed bore who lacked the maturity to understand this was simply life? No, that wasn’t...

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