

The Night-GentlemanBarney wasn’t a man for sleeping. Neigh, in his long life of 64 years he had not slept once in the night. This was his most favoured saying, his mantra and even his chat up line when he was a young man in Yorkshire. He had often wondered why this was so, but then he remembered that it wasn’t actually true. For you see, this northern gentleman was a compulsive liar. However, what is true is that in the autumn of this lovely year, Barney took a night job as a security guard in a place not so far away from my home, and I have decided that I must tell you some of his many adventures of the night.The Night-Gentleman
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My Old CafeI did not think it was possible to appear bald, when you obviously had quite long hair, but this woman staring at me, with her dull, grey eyes changed this belief of mine. She had dyed blonde hair, which was slicked back on her head, cruelly exposing the odd shape of her skull. Hanging heavily from her ears were two large rings, golden of course, which rested uncomfortably on her shoulders cloaked in denim. "Wha'?" she said to me, in a coarse north manchester accent. "You have the voice of an angel." I said quietly "I'll 'ave a mocha then." I winced. "Ok then, a 'mo-cha' it will be," said I," Would you likeMy Old Cafe


The Mini-Moto OddyseyThe phone was ringing, that monotonal, mocking cry from the most rude of machines. The person on the other end, or rather, the creature on the other end was effectivley banging on the table and screaming in his strange accent,"Talk yo, talk yo!" I wondered how long this could go on for. After ten minutes I would usually hang up, but not him. At this point I didn't even know who was on the other end, but something inside of me was screaming at me to not answer the phone. But I had to ignore this feeling; today I had decided to be a cold hearteThe Mini-Moto Oddysey


Remembering Higgy"Aye, that's right Richard, Vivaldi was Italian, even though he had orange hair," John Higgins, self proclaimed rebel of the college said with a short laugh on the word orange.Remembering Higgy
"That'll be one point for 'Team Moscow', aye. Big Jonny, write a line on the board under Team Moscow, I'm dyslexic you see." Big Jonny, otherwise known to everyone simply as Knowlsey, sighed and slashed at the board with the black pen marker. He was never on a team, always the scribe. It wasn't as if he cared though, the games were always confused and the prizes were classical music cds. He got more fun out of confusing Higgins, "So, is that four poin
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