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Daydreaming

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Daydreaming

Do you daydream? I suspect you do, just now and again. Many of the people whom I know seem to meet with the temptation once in a long while, though they don’t all admit to it, let alone confess that they ever give way to it. But me – if truth be told, I must…

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The clockmaker

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The clockmaker

Henry Wedson was a clockmaker, and a picksome craftsman of the best sort, gifted with sharp eyes, agile fingers and an acute mind. I encountered him in his tranquil workplace in a Gloucester suburb forty years ago, and spent an unforgettable hour in his company. It is too often said that, living as we do…

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Dumb and unlovable

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Dumb and unlovable

I loathe plastic. I detest plastic. I even…  No, before I become downright abusive, I must put a question or two to the reader. Tell me: did anybody ever love plastic? Or even admire it? Did anybody even ask for it? Not that I know of. It was simply there, all of a sudden, dumb and…

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Bohemian Reverie

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Bohemian Reverie

It happened on last Saturday’s supper visit to my old friend Wilfred.  He had prepared, as he always does, some superb roast chicken, backed by plenty of red wine and followed up this time by a digestif that he called Génépy and claimed to have brought back from the Alps, though I suspect he had…

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The Great Penderbell Burglary

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The Great Penderbell Burglary

For all of his seventy-seven years, my Great Uncle James Penderbell suffered from cold feet.  Every winter, and almost every night, his toes became an icy Arctic blue, and they burned, itched and stung.  His brothers might scoff that James was stiff at both ends and could only expect to have one bright idea every…

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Ganga’s Motor Bus

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Ganga’s Motor Bus

Twice in my life I have felt very close to my grandfather.  The first occasion was on a bright day in the late summer of 1933; old and very ill, but optimistic as always, he was wheeled out into his Warwickshire garden to sit for a while in the sun with his legs supported on…

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Not so fast!

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Not so fast!

Graham Dukes contemplates Life in the Slow Lane It was not very long ago that I realised how much the slice of the world with which I am in contact was speeding up; it was positively running away from me, but also attempting all the time to drag me along with it.  Not, you understand,…

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The Man who taught his Dog to play Chess

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The Man who taught his Dog to play Chess

Can you teach a shaggy dog new tricks? Graham Dukes knows a man who can… Some seventeen years ago – yes, it was 1999 – I made up my mind to become famous.  It all started at a second-hand bookstall, where I picked up what had once been a correspondence course for budding writers of fiction….

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About the author

Graham Dukes is a lawyer, physician, author and church organist. He lives in Oslo with his wife and co-contributor Elizabet Helsing.

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