Following on from my dream about King Zog last week, I was hard put to think of something to write about this week. As often happens, however, a seemingly random event fired up my creative writing spark.
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King Zog and the mystery of dreams
On Sunday night, I dreamt (amongst other things) that King Zog’s grandson was running a brewery a quarter of a mile from my house. Now this is the kind of thing you’d think I’d know, but it came as a complete surprise to me. Perhaps the fact that I was helping our church trumpeter to run a stall at the local school fair while chatting to Steve the mechanic and wondering why someone had graffitied “paint your barge boards” on our neighbour’s house had something to do with it.
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Recollected In Tranquility: Poems And Stuff
You may remember that in my first blog, I mentioned that I write poetry. Back in the day, at primary school, I knocked out loads of the stuff. If there were competitions for budding young writers, I didn’t know about them. Life might have turned out very differently if I had.
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