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To Where?

for Roween

Jayne found herself inexorably irritated by words that, when written down, didn’t offer a clear indication of how they should be pronounced. Sometimes, she simply read a word so wrongly, it bore no resemblance to its meaning.

Her friend, Cinnamon, never stopped ribbing her for mispronouncing the name of a famous painting.

“How can you get ‘Van Gogh’ right,” she teased: “Yet be so convinced that he had a ‘ban-dagged’ ear!”

“Stop it, Cinn – anyone could have read ‘bandaged’ that way.”

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Trouble to Change

A Dedication to the Suffragettes

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Tuesday

On the kitchen top the old kettle rumbled, rising to its crescendo, the finale a desultory click.

Routine made the whole operation easy; in no time she was settled beside the living room window, chair angled to watch life outside. Most of her neighbours had left for work, there wasn’t much to see, or hear. The only constant companion, nature’s changing wallpaper. She often felt she was the street’s security guard, keeping an eye on any comings and goings. Not today though.

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Turning into trouble

I must have been six years old when I realised the world did not revolve around me. I was wandering past the Massey Ferguson depot in rural Suffolk. Why was I out on my own and unsupervised next to an 'A' road? Times were different, Mum was steaming about Dad going up to Town again. I was good at slipping out of the house unnoticed and much more adventurous than she appreciated. We moved out of the big house shortly after that, the villa on Mallorca was fine but that sojourn only lasted eighteen months.

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Twice Pierced

The first time I got my nose pierced I was seventeen and had just gone away to university. One – maybe two – weeks into the experience, I wanted to do something to mark my new found freedom: having sex and not worrying about getting caught, staying out as late as I wanted to, sleeping in as long as I wanted to, eating whatever I liked, drinking as much as I wanted. My mum was appalled and for some reason it caused an enormous rift between her and my two aunts that lasted the better part of a year. I still don’t know why.

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Uhuru!

In 1968, I launched a magazine called ‘Uhuru!’ It was odd to use the Swahili word for ‘freedom’, borrowed from the Mau-Mau rebels in Kenya, but more than that, in a Scottish military school with serving fathers, it was perilous.

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Unilateral Solidarity

Unilateral Solidarity
A Play With Two Characters 
by Biff Gladman

Act 1

Scene 1

Rector’s office in secondary school.

The rector, in his fifties, is seated at desk, consulting papers.

There is a knock at the door.

RECTOR               (without looking up) Come in.

Sixth year pupil, Henry McCorquodale, 17 years old, enters room.

Rector still does not look up.

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Unlikely Rebel

She’s a rebel
Always does what she is told;
She’ll say please and thank you
But leave you feeling cold 

Something of a beatnik
Never really fits;
Won’t smoke or drink
But isn’t afraid to hit 

Down on the streets
She’s rarely ever seen;
Eyes are bright
With mischievous gleam 

There’s something about her
Something quite amiss;
Sirens seem to follow her
Everything’s a crisis 

She’s always alone
A well-trained savage;
Pristine clean
At home in the garbage. 

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Use your brain

I was a rebel from primary school. I remember purposely standing in dog dirt on my first day while getting taken to school. I suppose my subconscious five year old mind did not want to go. The rest of my primary school education was reasonably uneventful apart from hitting the teacher with a snowball in my last year at primary school. She was running though the playground because the snow was heavy, and she was a long way off, about half the length of a kids football pitch. When I flung the snowball high in the air, with all my might and accuracy, I seriously didn’t think I would hit her.

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Val's missing scone

'I've brought in some fruit scones' announced Val, as she arrived in the office later than usual. It turned out that she had a morning meeting to attend to first thing, so did not arrive at the office until a few minutes before her team stopped for their breakfast break. Val is the department Principal Officer.

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Keywords: 
office rebellion, scones

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