Tag Archives: friends

A quip from ‘Friends’

Posted on May 8, 2018 by odeboyz

Chandler Muriel Bing: I’m not so good with advice… Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment? Chris

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Three Teenage Beatles

Posted on February 6, 2018 by odeboyz

Chris

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The Stone set

Posted on October 31, 2017 by odeboyz

Eventually, my name on a cold grave stone Tells that I once walked this way Please, don’t call me back to say goodbye I’m silently, happy to be alone. Regrets, I seldom have, now old The journey was, as if, … Continue reading →

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More Paris.

Posted on May 2, 2014 by odeboyz

The dirty brick with the equally dirty windows looked down on the dingy street with cars parked both sides, so close together none could escape without the French “bumper shuffle”. Our close knit bunch of five couples were on the … Continue reading →

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The beautiful City

Posted on April 18, 2014 by odeboyz

Some years ago (OK more than I should have let pass) a couple of our group of close friends suggested we visit Paris. Jan, was immediately up for it, but as always, all I could envisage was foreign food and … Continue reading →

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Good Friends

Posted on November 29, 2013 by odeboyz

A number of years ago, my destiny – and as it happened later my wife’s life was channelled into serving our community as local Councillors.  Politics is never boring as many MPs  will attest, but local politics at Borough level  … Continue reading →

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Likely Lad

Posted on July 23, 2013 by odeboyz

Should have been called ‘Sad Lad” Always scared of mockery He shunned friendship Just in case! Words of spurn spread. Even family named him ‘Only the lonely’ Watching him Hunched over his coffee Reading auto biogs Paper news and views. … Continue reading →

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Memories Are Made Of This

Posted on March 9, 2013 by odeboyz

Dead skin dances in the sunshine. Immobile, thinking of winter, the paraplegic Remembers cold wet snow. Pressing Snow into balls. Throwing. Ducking. Diving. Building snowmen. Cold hands, chilblains “Great days,” he thought. Sweat drips “Nurse!” he thought. “My neck is … Continue reading →

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