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Lucy Benedict
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The point at which we vanish
     I've held off writing
this for a while, deliberately. Partially because at the time, I
didn't have the time to do so. Mostly because I didn't want to
piggyback on what was someone else's moment – because it was their
moment. More than a moment really, ...
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The Crucible
     'Because it is my
name! Because I cannot have another in my life.'      I was mooching about at
Norwich Cathedral last week, because apparently I don't spend enough
time hanging out in freezing cold medieval places of worship, taking
crap photos of gra...
The Crucible
The Crucible
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Black dog on my shoulder again
     There's a black dog
on my shoulder again.      Licking my neck and
saying she's my friend .      She's not though. She
is very definitely not my friend. She is the Megabitch to my
Snotface, a Snotface without a Drop Dead Fred to lighten things. The
Me...
Black dog on my shoulder again
Black dog on my shoulder again
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Bee Day
     I cried the other night. That’s nothing especially out of the
ordinary. I cry a lot. But just over a week ago was a bit special. My
anniversary of adding yet another burden to an overpopulated planet that
urgently needs a Malthusian style cull in order...
Bee Day
Bee Day
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Brexit means...
     Brexit means, according to our omnishambles of a Prime
Minister, ‘Brexit’. Very good, well done. But what does it actually entail, in
practical terms? So far, it seems to translate into the real world as loss of
access to the single market, the end of ...
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Rounded Balls
     It’s going to be on my headstone, isn’t it? “Ed Balls, she
totally would have”. Despite my best efforts, you lot are a load of filthy smut
lovers and that remains my most popular blogpost by a fuckload. It’s also the
most shambolic and chaotic I’ve eve...
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I'm in your head
     This is a truth I hold dear. Some people cannot
write. In the same way that I cannot draw, some people cannot write. We can all
have a game stab at it, throwing words out there into the world, but the truth
remains: some people cannot write. Or rather,...
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Speech Marks
      I say I’m a ‘bit obsessed with graffiti’. I may be slightly
underselling my feelings there. I’m more than a bit obsessed. I am consumed by
it. It started, a these things do innocently enough, with a bit of light
reading and the odd like and retweet. I...
Speech Marks
Speech Marks
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Head desk
      I’ve always had a desk. Always. From the rickety little
wooden toy school desk with lift up lid & fake inkwell, to the vast
mahogany expanse of my teenage homework years of paper pile ups, discarded ink
cartridges, and abandoned glasses of Ribena, the...
Head desk
Head desk
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Warning shots
         We need a word. A word that means ‘that feeling of grim
satisfaction when your warnings were ignored and things have gone tits up as
you knew they would’. That inward sigh and tut of disapproval that accompanies
an ‘I told you so’. That feeling of ...
Warning shots
Warning shots
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