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It has taken me a while to realise something: Some people are evil, not merely mischevious but actually evil. I have met a few like that in my life but always hoped there was a shred of decency, at least deep down ... I am beginning to think even that is wrong. The humanist in me continues (foolishly?) to hold out hope. You get that I suppose. Marking brings out the morose in me, and also encourages me to find displacement activities (things to do that prevent me from doing that which I should be doing). I love deadlines, particularly the sound they make as the woosh by - many thanks DNA. | |||||||||||||||
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lubcroy (n.) The telltale little lump in the top of your swimming trunks which tells you are going to have to spend half an hour with a safety pin trying to pull the drawstring out again. |