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22nd Dec – For unto us a child is born, Unto us, a son is given.

December 22, 2020December 23, 2020 ~ dickiewhiteblog

The old me would have appended something to that sentence, but the new me knows that even if you nail the follow up all qualifiers weaken the case.

17th Dec – O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum, wie treu sind deine Blätter.

December 17, 2020December 20, 2020 ~ dickiewhiteblog

Where better to release your demons than the Black Forest? It’s absolutely full of hobgoblins and that sort of thing; no one will notice.

13th Dec – It’s not clinging to the rocks and ivy, Planted on their columns now that binds me.

December 13, 2020December 13, 2020 ~ dickiewhiteblog

Hyde Park is the main stomping ground of the anti-terror squad isn’t it? Half of the people in it at any time work for Special Branch, everyone knows that.

10th Dec – Poor boys and pilgrims with families, And we are going to Graceland.

December 11, 2020December 11, 2020 ~ dickiewhiteblog

It should be daunting, under the studio lights, the cameras pointing at you, the potential of everlasting shame close at hand, yet I feel calm.

p.m. 9th Dec – At work I just take time, And all through my coffee break-time, I say a little prayer for you.

December 10, 2020December 10, 2020 ~ dickiewhiteblog

And so, like a fast-tracked graduate trainee about to start the real job, all the attention was suddenly switched off, and we were ignored for the next four hours.

9th Dec – Walkin’ around, Some kind of lonely clown, Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.

December 9, 2020December 10, 2020 ~ dickiewhiteblog

But I kept the mallet because there’s probably some science on it that can link me with the scene of the crime.

8th Dec – Well I’ve got a hammer and I’ve got a bell, And I’ve got a song to sing all over this land, It’s a hammer of justice, it’s a bell of freedom.

December 8, 2020December 8, 2020 ~ dickiewhiteblog

Have you noticed, that there’s a delicious irony at play here? That his is a weak mind, over which he holds dominion, whereas mine is strong, and is the master of the body in which it resides.

5th Dec – I can catch the moon in my hand, Don’t you know who I am?

December 5, 2020December 6, 2020 ~ dickiewhiteblog

Imagine that prick coming down the corridor at you with a syringe full of something.

4th Dec – ‘Cause I’ve got nothin’ to live for, Looks like nothin’s gonna come my way.

December 4, 2020December 4, 2020 ~ dickiewhiteblog

Yes, the secret of success and self-improvement, is to undermine your mind.

Dec 3rd – Torn between two lovers, feeling like a fool, Loving both of you is breaking all the rules.

December 3, 2020December 3, 2020 ~ dickiewhiteblog

It means that they have secured ownership of my adverts for £500 less than it cost me to have them made.

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