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Wrong Career .
I was young and worked in a garage. I was in the wrong job, aged 17. Why did I end up there? Was it fate punishing me for not joining the RAF? Other people thought I’d be good at fixing cars. I wasn’t; I was barely ok. Think of quiet me in a real man’s world. It was a daunting thought and there I was.
It was ok at first but soon went wrong. Trying to take a Volvo’s bumper o...
Thursday 30th May 2013 4:15 pm
JOY OF BEING ALONE
JOY OF BEING ALONE
The joy of being alone is an empty joy, one to be celebrated alone because one is alone. You don’t celebrate the joy of being alone with a friend, p...
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