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PAUSE, UNPAUSE
Hey! Time for a quick pause. So, with the previous post (125: One Year Later), we’ve reached another milestone and turning point in the story of ‘Stop Telling Me I’m Brave’ (do please have a read, if you haven’t already). That being the case, I thought now might be a good time to say… thank…
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125: ONE YEAR LATER
I’m in the office, doing my shit-shovelling film production job in London. It’s 7.30pm. I wanted to leave an hour earlier, but there’s just so much shit to shovel today. Suddenly my mobile rings… it’s Lizzie. A couple of days ago, before I left for London, Lizzie told me how she has an appointment with…
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124: GET INTO CHARACTER!
Following up on my entry about being in a Radiohead video, here’s another story about me being an ‘extra’ (in a movie this time). It was twenty-five years ago (spring or summer 1998) and I was working in Richmond, Surrey… when I heard they were looking for extras for the Mike Leigh movie ‘Topsy-Turvy’, filming…
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123: HAY
It’s Saturday morning and Lizzie and I are doing jobs in the kitchen. Things are a little tense, because they always are on a Saturday morning. This is because Lizzie always wants to kick off the weekend with an epic crusade of catching up with chores. Whereas the only epic thing I want to do…
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122: THE MYSTERY OF THE MISSING KEY
I’ve lost my car key. Actually, I say I’ve lost my car key. But the evidence that it was actually me who lost it is inconclusive. On one hand, it nearly always is me who loses things like car keys, in our household. I’m a little absent-minded, to say the least. On the other hand,…
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121: BURNT
The family are away this weekend… … and here’s a potent reminder of why (some) dads should never be left to look after themselves. In case you were wondering, this was a pizza. The laziest form of food to cook yourself. And I still managed to fuck it up. ‘Cowpat?’ asks a friend, when I…
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120: PARP
It’s the next day and I’ve just arrived at the open mike event – for local authors – at our nearest town’s literary festival. The time is 7.30pm… and the event appears to have started earlier than advertised on the ticket. When I walk into the room (which is in a chain hotel near the…
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119: CREATIVE DRINKS
I’m in a bar in our local town, having ‘creative drinks’ with a bunch of local arty types. To be honest, I didn’t realise there were many arty types in our local town, bar the handful who congregate in their favoured coffee shop… plus a few painters Lizzie knows. But there are a surprising number…
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118: RETURN OF THE JOURNAL
It’s the third day of the week I’ve booked off work… and I’m continuing to use the time in a pretty lazy manner. Sitting in cafés having coffees. Sitting a lot at home, tapping at my laptop – when I can be bothered to even do that. I’m about to have lunch in our kitchen…
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117: GRANDMA vs. CEDRIC – PART 2
Any of you who are long-term readers of Stop Telling Me I’m Brave might remember my description of the love-hate relationship between our dog Cedric and Lizzie’s mother A. (Or Grandma as she’s referred to in our household). OK, let’s be honest, despite the fact that Grandma sometimes feeds Cedric scraps of food at the…
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P. D. Clifton 