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From Flags to Fags and Buck-a-Beer: the Biggest Differences Between the UK & Canada Part II

October 6, 2019October 6, 2019 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

Part II: BEER!

(in which many misconceptions from both sides of the pond will be utterly destroyed!): Continue reading →

From Flags to Fags and Buck-a-Beer: the Biggest Differences Between the UK & Canada

September 22, 2019October 14, 2019 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

Part I: Getting the Filthy Fags Out the Way First

(in which is included a FREE inspiring message of encouragement to anyone trying to knock tobacco on the head)

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Songs Mr. T. Taught Me

December 20, 2017August 21, 2019 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

A Life of Crime vs. The Free Market Part II

Brits are rarely positive about anything – that’s more a mainland Europe kinda thing and perhaps the foremost reason voting Brexit was so popular. Nonetheless, when things are going badly, Brits suddenly range between cheerily pointing out it could be worse before whistling a happy tune, to becoming highly Continue reading →

What’s on Your Mind, Facebook?

November 3, 2017March 17, 2019 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

Facebook pesters me to add more content to my page regardless of how much I post.

I could post twenty times a day and still wouldn’t make any difference, for how much I post isn’t really what’s on Facebook’s mind. Continue reading →

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Drinking in a dingy bar by the sea, crumpled postcard from Her and World’s Biggest Ray Zero for company; then the son of a starts saying I’m cursed. Praise Be to lighting-up another smoke. Inhale, taste a foul brand: the Hex She put on me. Promised Heaven, delivered a dive nightclub Hell. Thank the Lord for liquor loving hot chicks. Though nothing compares to how it’ll feel catching up with Her.

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Wanted a quick bit of business and gone. Bath had other ideas. First, battered and left for dead after a hundred heart-breaking truths. Then a Police Chief with a saggy old treasure chest of secrets to keep needs a scapegoat. Dumps me in the middle of corruption so deep it eases through bone to suck greedy at marrow. With every gun pointing my way, Hell, not even He’s gonna get me outta this one.

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