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Hiya everybody


I have to tell all passers-by that my mouse has these Back and Forward buttons on the side. I was awake until 6am last night and I waited until five at the computer waiting for an opening line for my journal and panda-ing with a possible attack on the SGUK group. I must be thumbing the Back one at least once a day. I was trying to tell a story about a game of eye-spy that I witnessed in a dirty alleyway. 'Twas going so well; i'd really captured the scene. The game I'd seen wasn't the most interesting thing, and I was trying to bolt on ideas about the relativity of time, (my job has given me a new definition of "time management"; I might've well have always done it but now it has a name) so it was probably best lost. Who cares how long it takes to walk an odd 200 metres down a muddy path anyway?

*WHAT'S IN A NAME?

Tasks
1.
i) List here your weapon of choice.

ii) Help me with this here poem:


My country is fostering a gangrene.
She wears herself in the general stores,
protrudes and weeps, is green.
The party salutes with walks, looks and boots,
(I will stoop and wear my badge).