Buggered if I know…

Here it is: the next in the occasional series of posts on the subject of bogroll holders.
Only two days ago, I came across a strange phenomenon. This time it was at our local, relatively posh, leisure centre.
The loo in the female changing rooms upstairs has a LTRD which has, in the past, bitten me. [...]

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The clock of life is wound but once
And no man has the power
To tell just where the hands will stop
At late or early hour
To lose one’s wealth is sad indeed
To lose one’s health is more
To lose one’s soul is such a loss
As no man can restore
The present only is our own
Live, love, toil with a [...]

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My subject today, gentle reader, is shampoo.
When I was a kid, we used to go to Germany to visit relatives every summer. This brought me into contact with the German language from an early age. Maybe it was that which engendered my interest in the way words are used, or maybe I inherited it [...]

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