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So let's get on with it. We must put the case for Brexit anew. We must take nothing for granted. It doesn't matter what we do with the money. We can put it in the NHS or buy pink elephants with it. The point is it's hard working British peoples' money and it should be spent on them. The EU is not democratic. The people who run it are oligarchical despots - and not benevolent ones either. Paying all this money for "free trade" - what a contradiction in terms! And who benefits? Not the ordinary people who stump up the cash! And why, for this "free trade" do we have to let Brussels/ Strasbourg (EU have two Parliaments) make 59% of our laws? How does that work? Well, it doesn't. We only rubber stamp their commands in our Parliament. We are vassals and our Parliament is a puppet EU...
Ch.19 STRANGE AWARENESS First came the slow awareness that something was going on. Something... was most definitely occurring. Something which warranted his attention, only... At times it was like a dream tossed sleep. A knowledge that had not yet achieved the awareness of self. A consciousness that tried to grapple with that which seemed very important....
Ch.18 STRAWBERRY JAM Mr Armstrong Senior ('Thomas' only to one or two old friends) was annoyed. Very annoyed. Lunch at the club was not the same. He cut at his steak with wanton ferocity, as if it personified the very devil he loathed so much. He would have to have a word with the Ministry, that was all there was to it. Prices had to go up. Nothing else for it....
Ch.17 UNREALITY The day it happened, it couldn't have occurred at a more unreal time. He was returning home alone from a late evening patrol which had been more or less uneventful. He had checked his guns, which had promptly jammed. Pointing in some disgust at the stupid things, he had waved at Owen, and given a thumbs down. Owen had waved him home, and carried on...
Bird of Prey photo credit: Juan My confidence was growing. I realized that. I was actually even beginning to find time to look around during my free-fall. I was... almost enjoying it. Gone was that absolute "I'm going to DIE" type of unholy terror. No, now I was just scared shitless in an ordinary sort of way. All carefully camouflaged under an exterior of...
Let's ride... It's early in the morning. It's quiet outside. Such a hush. A thoughtful moment. The calm before the storm. Even the birds are hardly stirring. There's a slight mist. The wisps, those faint threads, that embrace the fields and the trees. I love the peace. I'm going down the road. And I'm taking my bike. My 1300. I might be going quick. Maybe a hundred. Or more....
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