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Yet another Santa story

Santa shivered in his recently redesigned uniform. No longer coca cola red. Now boring black emblazoned with G4S logos. G4S! He could still hardly believe it. He wrapped his ungloved hands around his polystyrene coffee cup hoping for additional warmth. … Continue reading

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Never Trust A Nightingale

We got together around August last. At first we sang folk songs, sea shanties, some spirituals. And then a bunch of sheep said, Get yourself a teacher. We settled on a nightingale from the local wood. She agreed to work … Continue reading

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Seasonal Readings 2016

By popular demand we’re back! Once again we are at the King Edward Street Chapel (built in 1690 – worth a visit anyhow) in Macclesfield at 7.30pm on Thursday 1st December. Expect an eclectic mix of material ranging from the … Continue reading

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‘Tis the season of goodwill

Worry, worry, worry, what to feed the hordes this Christmas. I’m okay on the veggies – no problem there, and Mary’s bringing a starter and the pud’s now two months mature. But the meat dish! It was turkey last year, … Continue reading

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All Is Calm

It’s peaceful outside; it’s peaceful inside; even the radio’s switched off – too much Silent Night and Good King Wenceslas. It’s the calm before the storm, it’s the tidy house before the guests arrive; it’s the sparkling kitchen before the … Continue reading

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Everyman – the Christmas Edition

How long is it since anyone saw Death all black-hooded and robed with one of those old fashioned scythes in his hand? Years, I suspect. Or decades. For whatever reason, Death’s gone all modern, likes to read the fashion magazines, likes … Continue reading

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A Sort of Happy Christmas

He walked slowly, hands thrust deep in his pockets, staring morosely at the snow-covered earth. Muttering to himself, “These talking therapies, waste of time. They don’t help at all. And lord knows I need help right now. Bored, sooooo bored. … Continue reading

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A Christmas Tale: Learning on the Job

Learning on the job It’s between eleven pm on Xmas eve and one am the next morning, those two magical, stretchable, flexible and time warped hours during which Santa and his elves manage to “deliver gifts to every single child, … Continue reading

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