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Here you will find poetry, opinion and prose mixed together in roughly equal measure. Add one man available from specialist suppliers only. Stick everything into a blender for five minutes. Stir gently with a wooden spoon, then pour slowly into tall glasses with crushed ice.

No cherries. No little parasols. No curly straws. Let the drink speak for itself.

When me and my beloved popped out to the local shop this morning, we saw no snowmen and hardly any people. An hour later I went out on my own and at the top of the hill somebody had built an impressive snowman complete with hat, arms made from sticks, a face and scarf. He was lovely and made me smile. I thought to take a photograph but didn’t. I went into town for no more than an hour but when I came back the snowman had been smashed to pieces. This depressed me more than words can say. Image [...]

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