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Confessions of a Recovered Leftist. Thursday, May 14, 2015. Joss Whedon, feminism and the politics of enforced obedience. Popular culture and political correctness. Saturday, April 25, 2015.
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Old North Mill Avoncliff - The Blog. The collected story is over at the North Mill website - click here. 10,000,000 Miles in a Nissan Leaf? Wednesday, 7 March 2018. Monday, 5 March 2018. When Panoramic Pictures Go Wrong. Saturday, 3 March 2018. Bear in mind that the range here is not counting heaters. Saturday, 17 February 2018. Or on pic to go to Wiltshire Times piece.
This site highlights a series of issues that I have noticed in The BBC over the years - mostly related to the Institutional Bias in The BBC. Wednesday, 8 March 2017. 412w - The Last Post! I know one should never say never but as far as I am currently concerned this is to be my last post on here for the foreseeable future. If anyone wants to get in touch you can contact me off The Harrogate Agenda website. Finally thank you for your support over the years. Thursday, 1 December 2016.
Contact me through the benefit fraud website. Tax fraudster in HMRC jailed.
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Back in 2014, the death of The Independent was half-jokingly forecast right here on this very blog. For a little earlier than it actually happened.
This is not a love blog. Este es un blog para un grupo de. a still undefined generation of visual artists. hay de todo en la viña del arte. ja! Sentí la necesidad de compartir esto.
GOD Black 19 ODU student Goal Oriented Morals. Kalin Elisabeth, is her name.
To be honest, all I really want right now is someone to cuddle with.
This Is Not a Love Story. This Is Not a Love Story- The Beginning. That I wanted an opportunity to prove myself different from her prior relationships, a chance, at the very least, make an attempt at a relationship with her. Even my boys love her.
Infrequent pointlessness from the mind of Shane Langan. Garrison glanced at his phone. It was still dark outside. His smart trousers chaffed against his more than amble crotch, while his starchy shirt heaved and gritted its teeth, desperately trying to contain his explosive biceps.