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		<name>PAUL WILLIAMS</name>
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	<updated>2008-07-06T17:38:56Z</updated>
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				ORCHESTRAL MANOEUVRES IN THE PARK!
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				THE BANDSTAND GREENWICH PARK, LONDON, ENGLAND MAY 22 2008 07:29am The conductor knew that the omens were somewhat ominous that morning. A exuberant and appreciative, Sunday morning audience had arranged themselves on makeshift benches and fold up fishing seats all around the beautiful Bandstand, with eager eyes and an air of expectantcy as mothers proudly waved to their offspring, and local newshounds flipped back their pads and put freshly sharpened pencils to parchment. Having a stag party two night's before a performance was a no-no in any book. This was not going to end happily! The entire back row looked like the detritus from a failed alcoholics annonymous meeting with bloodshot eyes, unshaven cheeks and the occasional suggestion of involuntary projectile vomiting in the offing! Smithy on symbols was being manfully held up between the guys in the back row, themselves resembling the motley cast from a Bela Lugosi horror flick, a faintly alarming ensemble of pale skinned vampires in dire need of a few pints of 'O' positive! It started well enough, as the nervously resigned conductor tapped the music stand and began proceedings with a graceful flick of the wrist. A tuneful melody permeated the crisp summer air, as video cameras whirred into life and babies burst into sporadic wailing contests as the tuneful din invaded those delicate ears. The conductor knew he should have done a runner before the debacle got under way. Any time now that back row were destined to chime in with the timing and grace of drunken ballerinas wearing Doctor Martin boots. "I bet this one ends up on YOU TUBE", the conductor thought to himself as he prepared himself for the innevitable and impending doom......
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		<updated>2008-07-06T00:00:00Z</updated>
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				WE WISH TO BE ALONE !
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				EYNSFORD KENT JUNE 24 2008 " This grass tastes a tad on the dry side. One detects an element of blandness on the pallett, Sebastien " " You're not wrong, Tarquin. I think the meadows over yonder with the South facing aspect offer far richer pickings. You know, I've got half a mind to jump the fence! " " Steady on old chap, remember what happened last time a notion like that entered your head " " Hhmm.... To be fair, I had been drinking the night before, and the grass was dewy morning wet you know " "Oh oh... look out Seb, there's a pesky biker chappy armed with a camera trying to get us to turn around for that killer shot!" " Just ignore the blighter, maybe he'll get the message and bugger orf. What are your plans for Saturday? " " Oh, you know, I thought I might go for a little canter, then down to the stream, and a few jars with the lads, check out the new Mares, know what I mean. I'm told that one of the three year old fillies has been fluttering her eyelashes in my direction of late " " Sounds like heaven on a stick, Tarquin. Unfortunately I have to stay in with Rosie and the little nipper. The bugger's just learning to walk, and each of his legs wants to head off in a different direction at the same time! The joys of being a father, eh! " " You're not wrong Seb. Has that biker gone yet? " "Just show him your backside, Tarquin, he'll soon get the message! "
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		<updated>2008-07-05T00:00:00Z</updated>
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				THE NIGHTMARE
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				DANSON PARK BEXLEYHEATH, KENT JULY 3 2008 Richard's erratic heartbeat pounded ever faster within the walls of his pained chest as, like fleeing prey from a predator snapping at his heels, he ran as fast as his bare and bloodied feet would allow. At last, he thought to himself, the nightmare would be over as, up ahead in the distance, his bleary eyes still unaccustomed as they were to the daylight, spotted the old painted steel gate at the end of the paving stoned pathway. He swore he could feel his captor's breathe on his ear as he momentarily stopped to pull open the solitary gate, but was far too afraid to turn around and look. It creaked and groaned as if expressing tones of agony, draining every ounce of strength within him to pull it wide enough to make his escape. Pushing through the gate with expectations of freedom high and foremost, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, his heart sinking as, hands on hips, he tried to suck in lungfuls of air and comprehend the madness and chaos of the predicament. Before him lay a mirror image of the driveway down which he had attempted to flee, lined with lush green foliage and leading inexplicably to the same dark, gothic house of insanity in which he had been held captive these past days. Dejected, he turned around, still fighting for air, and witnessed in the distance, the footsteps of his tormentor slowly meandering down the pathway towards him. Would this nightmare never end!
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		<updated>2008-07-04T00:00:00Z</updated>
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				A FINAL FAREWELL
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				THE CHURCH OF ST MARTIN EYNSFORD, KENT JULY 2 2008 In the century old Gutter of the Church of St Martin, situated in the pretty Kentish town of Eynsford, a gathering of once lush and vivid leaves made a final mosaic of decay before being swept up into the caretakers rubbish bin and vanquished forever! Ordinarily, any association with a gutter would bring about thoughts of grime and filth, and yet here at this moment, alongside the single proud Pigeons feather, which had spiralled to the ground from a vantage point way up high, were these leaves any less magnificent in death, than they had been in life?
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		<updated>2008-07-03T00:00:00Z</updated>
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				DOES MY BUM LOOK BIG IN THIS?
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				PENSHURST PLACE TONBRIDGE, KENT JUNE 22 2008 Ooh my lumbago is killing me! And I'm not a young man you know. For over a hundred years I've stood here in my birthday suit, cheeks to the wind and my appendages ravaged by the chilly winter breeze and Summer showers. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's a lovely view that I have of the house and grounds, and I've friends inside who'd give their right clay arms to feel fresh air on their nether regions, it's just that sometimes I long for a bit of company. Oh, and a clean up wouldn't go a miss! Do you have any idea what it's like to look down and see green mould climbing up over your meaty chunks? The goldfish down below often snear and laugh at my demeanor...... at least, I think that's what they are snearing and laughing at! And I have feelings you know. What's this, some pesky bloke with a camera taking a shot of my derrier once more. Pervert! Hhmmm, that brickwork could do with a bit of re-pointing you know.
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		<updated>2008-07-02T00:00:00Z</updated>
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				TWO STROKE HEAVEN
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				RYE EAST SUSEX JUNE 29 2008 On a jolly jaunt down to the coast, the warmth of the early morning sunlight wafts in through the air vents as we join a convoy of sixties memorabilia on two wheels. The smell of two stroke oil permeates our nostrils, as the pack take turns on point duty, feet to the floor, flat stick and heavily laden with backpacks and expectations of a club meeting in the town centre. Immaculately preened and polished machines adorned with olden days black licence plates and stunning silver lettering, keep up a respectable pace with the flowing traffic. A sea of chrome glistens on every turn, as brake lights scream 'help' and tyres scrabble for grip as the counter steering techniques go completely out of the window. Parked up in the town, the half face lids are removed to reveal the smiles on thirty something faces, revelling in the full Lambretta experience as they seek out some decent nosh, and swell with pride as the crowds gather around their pride and joy.
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		<updated>2008-07-01T00:00:00Z</updated>
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				BLOWN AWAY
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				CAMBER SANDS EAST SUSSEX JUNE 28 2008 BY THE SEA Water and earth, Sand and sky Salty sea breeze, grains in my eye White fluffy clouds, cotton wool pads Ice creams for children, Lager for dads Wind breakers, suncreen, slathered on thick Dinghy's escaping, catch them now quick Screams from the children, playful and wet Mum calls it's lunchtime, the kids won't come yet Sand in your trainers, sand in your hair Sand filled baguette, in fact everywhere A day of much laughter, a day by the sea The laughter of mankind, it's good to be free The cool air increases, the tide tuns it's tail The water engulfs all the yachts set for sail The picnics are gathered, the nappies are changed And sand castle heaven turns to home on the range The night sky encroaches, and fish gently swim The public vacated, as darkness moves in With fond flowing memories, a day that was great As heads fall on pillows for a sleep that can't wait (Written by Paul Williams June 29 2008)
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		<updated>2008-06-30T00:00:00Z</updated>
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				FORGET ME NOT
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				ST. NICHOLAS CHURCH GODSTONE, KENT JUNE 14 2008 In life they revelled in the majesty of nature's bounty, from purer days when time stood still and the stresses and strains of a frenetic pace barely troubled thier minds. Fathers, sons, mothers and daughters cherished and respected in all too fleeting moments in time, blighted by the sickness of poverty and disease, the dangers of childbirth and the brevity of life expectancy. Centuries pass by as seconds in the ticking clock of mankind's existence on this Earth, and now there are none to tend dutifully to thier ancestor's graves. Demographic necessity, family feuds and ending bloodlines leave distant memories and dishevelled, overgrown monuments in decaying splendor. Slowly and surely, mother nature reclaims what is rightfully hers, with spiralling strands of spindly vine, permeating the crumbling fibres of toppling headstones, and eroding words which now fade like distanrt memories of the people who once dwelt here.
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		<updated>2008-06-29T00:00:00Z</updated>
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				A FLOWER WITH REAL ATTITUDE!
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				(Spoken in true Russell Crowe, 'Gladiator' manner, announcing himself to the fallen enemies) " Know my name and fear me, for I am Nymphaea Alba of the Plantae kingdom, Magnoliopsida Class and Nymphaeacea family. I flower betwixt the months of June to September and my flowers attract the attentions of Bees, Fly's and beetles. I am king of the plants ...... so there! " There you go, a flower with real attitude!
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		<updated>2008-06-28T00:00:00Z</updated>
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				THE COW & SWAN PART 3
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				ANGUS, HAMISH and JOCK FARNINGHAM, KENT JUNE 5 2009 0620am Angus awoke with a startled grunt, from a particularly vivid dream in which he had been a willing and eager participant. "Ooh look out, Angus is back with the living. Nice dream old fellow? Where were you this time, circumnavigating the globe in a dinghy, or jumping the Grand Canyon in a rocket?", Hamish and Jock roared with laughter at such a prospect. Angus rose to his feet, nodding his head in the direction of Arthur the Mute swan, who was fast asleep way upstream after a day out. "No, actually. I had a vision" "You had a what? Have you been on the Scrumpy again", joked Hamish "No, listen up lads, this is serious. What you were saying, and Arthur. I mean, he's always cheerful and content, always looking on the bright side of things. And you're all right in what you say. Who needs more when you have what I have? I guess I've been thinking that the glass is half empty all the time, when if I'd looked closer I'd have realised that the glass is actually half full" "You see", said Hamish, "Scrumpy, told you so!" The pair snorted through their nostrils and grinned from ear to ear like cheshire cat's "I've got a wonderful home, the best mates that anyone could ever ask for, and I should start to enjoy everything that's good in my life" Jock stood, shook himself down from head to foot, and strolled over to where Angus was standing. With a knowing glance, he brushed against Angus's furry flanks and sighed audibly. "It's all about perspective Angus, being at one with yourself and truly appreciating the marvel of life. Come on, it's your turn to get the drinks in whether the glass is half full or half empty!"
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		<updated>2008-06-27T00:00:00Z</updated>
		<id>urn:uuid:4919f61bce6055333c0f8b8ba33bdf61</id>
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				THE COW & SWAN PART 2 (OF 3)
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		<link href="http://floogsfotos.shutterchance.com/photoblog/165797.htm" />
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				ARTHUR THE MUTE SWAN (CYGNUS OLOR) HEVER CASTLE, EDENBRIDGE, KENT JUNE 7 2008 Arthur, the Mute Swan, stepped imperiously out of the lake and waddled, somewhat clumsily, towards a grassy spot where he lowered his fine feathered belly to the ground and carefully rearranged a few wayward plumes to a more satisfactory order, befitting his regal stature. Such a beautiful day, clear and warm and crisp. Having said good morning to Angus, Hamish and Jock over on the North bank, he had enjoyed a blissfully solo meander along the river enjoying the scenic views along the way. Shirley had taken the Cygnets over to the North side of the Lake to visit Brian and Marcie, giving Arthur the rare opportunity for some peaceful 'Me' time, in which he lunched on snails and a few reedy niblets, delighted the pesky tourists by simply airing his wings, chased off some quarrelsome baby ducks, confused the 'Penguin book of British Swan' brigade by betraying his official name, and randomly vocalising, and soaked up a few rays. Why, thought Arthur, am I called a common swan when it's obvious that I am anything but, and my public so adore me? An annoying motorcyclist clad in black leather and clutching a Nikon camera, had stopped nearby and insisted on ruining Arthur's peace and quiet by snapping away. An old hand, Arthur gave his best Brad Pitt poses, and happily watched the biker disappear into the distance. Angus had walked over to further their earlier conversation, and Arthur was happy to listen patiently to Angus' deliberation on whether there was more to life than this. Pondering the question further, Arthur had given a frank and honest response: "Angus, my fine furry friend, Life isn't fair, and the sooner we realise that, the better. We can waste a lot of precious moments contemplating whether or not the grass is truly greener on the other side, when in reality we often overlook what we already have. Sometimes, Angus, life is not as complicated as we try to make it" Angus had clearly understood these points of view, thanking Arthur before heading back over to Hamish and Jock, who, as usual were hurling insults in his direction. Arthur yawned and stretched, before thrusting out a webby foot and resting his head on his soft back. Time for a well deserved nap before the mob return and all hell breaks out again!
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		<updated>2008-06-26T00:00:00Z</updated>
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				THE COW & SWAN PART 1
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				ANGUS, THE HEILAN COO FARNINGHAM, KENT MAY 20 2008 Angus, the Heilan Coo, sat disconsolately on the dewy morning grass and stared away into the distance where Arthur, the loansome Mute swan was busy preening his perfect plumage prior to a dip in the river Darent. "Don't you ever feel that there is more to life than this?", Angus uttered in resigned tones. "You know, we've got relatives all over the world and yet all we do is sit here, in this field, day in day out, chewing the cud and posing for photographers and tourists. We could be destined for so much more, you know" "Like what, exactly?", Hamish sarcastically replied from his seated position a matter of yards away. "Here we go again, Angus and his big ideas! What do you want to do Angus, travel the world? Become a brain surgeon, star in your own sitcom!" Hamish and Jock both broke into a mild gaffaw. "I don't know", Angus replied "Exactly our point, old sausage", said Jock as he stretched a back leg out and yawned widely. " You don't know. Mixing with the stud bulls has turned your pea like brain me old fruit! Just because they tell tall stories of plush accommodation and five star treatment being ferried all over the country for prestidgious shows, doesn't mean it's going to happen to you. " Angus sighed and watched as Arthur the swan gracefully entered the river and began paddling majestically up stream against the morning sunlight. Arthur, bid the lads a good morning as he paddled gracefully by, shaking his feathers and sighing with contentment as he spied some juicy reed clippings on the bank. "Hey Arthur, don't you think there's more to life than this?" Angus called out as the neatly puffed up figure sailed ever onwards "Why would I want more Angus, when I am already blessed with so much"
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		<updated>2008-06-25T00:00:00Z</updated>
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