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effective calming measures

The mini-roundabout at Seldown Bridge holds three cars and has eight lanes of traffic channelled onto it.  I looked at it for a long time.  I saw the giant tin-opener on the quay and thought about how much I miss the Hants and Dorset bus garage.

I could sleep the sleep of a thousand animals.

The man in purple velour staggered by playing Danny Boy on a mouth-organ and I asked him if he ever dressed up as a butterfly catcher, but he just told me to stop whistling, even though I wasn’t.

It was now necessary to make some adjustments to my life.

I went home and set fire to the neighbours shed, laughing as it burned and warming my hands on the flames. They watched from the window pressing numbers into a little phone.

All I am waiting for is some intelligence to come out of the mouths of council staff.


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