An attempt at a reworkingI’ve had a lot of things happen in my life. There aren’t an awful lot that I’m proud of. Most of the things I can remember are things I regret. This life, all in all, has been rather a disaster.An attempt at a reworking
Don’t misunderstand me. It was all my fault. I know that, I accept it. I live with it every day. Even when I’m two hundred years old, I think it’ll still haunt me. The things I’ve done aren’t easily forgettable. And they are terrible things.
If you knew of my past, you wouldn’t like me very much. You would close this
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St. John the Baptist has had many places named after him. A high school in Louisiana, USA, a Russian Cathedral, and more churches than you can shake a stick at, to name but a few. But none seemed to fit with his ethos of healing better than St. John’s Paediatrics Unit, in Plymouth Hospital.
The long, lino corridors were warm and welcoming, the walls covered in posters and ‘thank you’ cards from ex-patients. Three comfy seats sat outside the office of every doctor, which were all painted in bright colours. The staff too, were singularly bright and friendly. &
Chapter 3The Roger Ascham School for Boys (co-ed 1972) was a rather imposing building. It had been built in the 19th century by one of the nouveau riche, a Mr Baker-Hudson (the hyphen, his own addition), who had been afflicted with both delusions of grandeur and little pretence to taste. Unfortunately, for teachers and pupils alike, his legacy to this world reflected both these traits admirably.Chapter 3
In the large, oak panelled, reception area, Diana sat, and waited. She had been dragged out of her first lesson of the year (double history with Mrs Cohen) by Mr Clarke, her overly caring head of year, with a long speech about the psych
Chapter 2Diana watched out the window, as the lush scenery sped by.Chapter 2
It was Sunday evening. She’d been in Egypt for 3 days now, and it had never felt more like home. She didn’t want to leave.
England…England held horrible things. She didn’t want to have to go back to school. She didn’t want to have to see Sal again. Their conversation…hadn’t ended well. Their conversations never really seemed to, but…worse than most.
And all because of his stupid cousin, with her big brown eyes, and pretty hair.
Di sank further down in her seat, acciden
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"Life is all about asses - you're either covering it, laughing it off, kicking it, kissing it, busting it, trying to get a piece of it, or behaving like one."
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*sets fire to a piece of cheese*
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43 now.
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~Brain the size of a planet, and they ask me to take you up to the bridge. Call that job satisfaction, coz I don't.~
Is it fate...or destiny...?
Or are they the same thing...?
Or am I putting off my history coursework to post lame things on my own page...?
*nods*
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~Brain the size of a planet, and they ask me to take you up to the bridge. Call that job satisfaction, coz I don't.~
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~Brain the size of a planet, and they ask me to take you up to the bridge. Call that job satisfaction, coz I don't.~
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Watch out for the dark one, is he behind you or in front of you....................... how do i know? (just made that up on the spot)
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