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Jesus was a nervous boy. He also hated Christmas, because it meant birthday. And every year was one year closer. Jesus tapped at the door. He was late. When the door swung open, the party was clearly in full swing. “Come on in! Who are you anyway? Oh, Jesus. Great outfit by the way.” His …
As part of my Business Enterprise Allowance I was doing a day course in bookkeeping (not dependent upon obtaining the remittance, but I thought what could be more useful for a lady of enterprise). The lady who was conducting the course whose name was Nancy and possibly Williams was wearing a rather lovely pencil skirt, …
“Something was always jus’ a little off. It was even in his name: William James Maudit.” One afternoon, when I was about fifteen, I took myself off to see American Werewolf in London. For those who do not know this film, at the time it was considered a rather good example of the horror genre. …
The whole effect of his appearance reminded me of an impish faun. His face was heavily made up, his lips violently rouged, and he had on a pair of lurid tights and patent leather shoes with brass buckles, while strapped to his waist appeared to be an instrument of some kind. Suzy was in the …