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A British soldier's son with a hotchpotch education; I'd attended 11 schools (both civilian and army by the time I hit 15. What I lost in academia however was compensated for with the wordly travel inherent in my father's career. Growing up in places like

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Separation: 85 of 198

To emotion's whip I grip with each flail I slip a staccato slide a meandering glide an unnerving ride to the inevitable crack of the tail's tip
Computers & Technology > Graphic Software Software reviews: Adobe Creative Suite 3: 2 of 4

In two words: More Productivity. In a few more: CS3 has a plethora of new useful tools, working methods and positive changes to the user interface. I was smitten by 'Live Trace' (a way to pen round an imported scan in seconds). 'Live Color' seduced me too; you can grab a whole swathe of design elements and harmoniously recol...
Pets & Animals > Animal Facts & Resources What is the funniest animal?: 6 of 10

The funniest animal... It has to be the 'Red-Capped Manakin'. This little bird dwells in the tropics and has evolved over time to master the moonwalk as its mating signature. The male is jet-black in body, crimson crowned and no longer than an index finger. To see it perched atop a branch dancing its little twiglets off is a...
Computers & Technology > Internet Access & Providers Using broadband effectively: Are you up to speed?: 25 of 29

'Time waits for no man' or so the saying goes when the nails are driven into the coffin. Why then, when we're fit and able do we let time sprint away from us so effortlessly? It seems inherent in all of us to accept waiting for things. Entrenched into the culture of this overcrowded modern world is a silent patience; an acce...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Snowed in: 25 of 28

Avalanche A slither hither A slither thither Little respect did I choose to give her Such slopes did my salopettes befit Spirit lifted by my off-piste flit The way gravity pulled on down on me An intestinal wake I raked by ski A rumble there A tumble here Entombed in her vengeful lair The Mountain, she served her w...