Monthly Archives: June 2017

The Pearl Levitt theory of pain management

What can’t be cured must be endured. Chris

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All Political Careers -End in Tears

Arrogance, surrounds her, ambivalence blinds her Ignorance dogs her, whilst her Ministers plot Some say weeks, others a month or two – all the while, With no mandate, no authority, little if any support. How to regain the high ground, … Continue reading

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An Australian golfers priorities

A Catholic priest, an Indian doctor, a rich Chinese businessman and an Australian professional golfer were waiting for a particularly slow group of golfers in front of them. The Aussie fumed, ‘What’s with those blokes? We must have been waiting … Continue reading

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An Irish painter by the name of Murphy was a gifted portrait artist

Murphy’s fame grew rapidly and soon people from all over Ireland to get him to paint their likenesses. One day, a beautiful young English woman arrived at his house in a stretch limo and asked if he would paint her … Continue reading

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The Sledgehammer and the Scalpel: Hamburg 1943 and Amiens 1944

Introduction The Germans achieved a stupendous military victory in the summer of 1940 leaving Britain isolated behind the English Channel, which acted as a ‘moat’. It quickly became apparent the Germans couldn’t invade Britain and vice versa. A military impasse … Continue reading

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Peter Crouch: Stoke City superstar

“…Peter Crouch is essentially a humorous player, a 6ft 7in (2 metres) centre forward made of elastic bands and old deckchair parts who resembles less a real-life Premier League all-star than a satirical cartoon of an English footballer produced by … Continue reading

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The honey bee’s demise

Well I never! Is that a stinger – stuck in my arm, no less? I resent this unjust ingress into my innocent flesh. Did I wrong the creature? “Not guilty, Your Honour! It was not I who breached the rules … Continue reading

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