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Meeting Prince Philip. brb.

So yesterday I had the pleasure of meeting Prince Philip. Yeah. The bloke himself. The one that once commented that one of the main problems facing Brazil is that "Brazilians live there". Man after my own heart, really. It’s all in aid of me getting my Gold Duke of Edinburgh award. In fact, I completed [...]

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Raconteur in Retrospect: July – December

Huzzah! You’re back! So you read yesterday’s post about the review of the year from the first half, but what about the second? Granted it happened more recently so it won’t be as interesting (nor probably as long as I’m sure you’re glad to hear). But what did happen in the second half of the [...]

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Could Lavender Town actually kill someone?

Listen to that. Now, depends how old you are but you may or may not want to kill yourself after that. No, it’s nothing to do with the most epic nostalgia trip causing some sort of happy seizure (although, having said that, it sounds entirely likely), it’s something to do with the subtle parts of [...]

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My First Smartphone.

The idea of this title was merely to sound like those kids learning books you get (or at least did get back in the day), but not to brag about the fact I have a new phone. But hang on, if I didn’t want to brag I wouldn’t have posted it in the first place, [...]

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Destination Bournemouth

Oh hai. I didn’t forget you existed. No no, especially not you, no. You’re the best one. Don’t tell the others. Truth be told you probably knew I was busy moving back to Bournemouth this weekend. If you didn’t then hello and welcome to my blog. Nice of you to drop by. But yeah, I’ve [...]

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