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Meeting claire at the hospital - mistaken for someone's agent on the way in. Then over to twinterval 8:58 AM yesterday from txt |
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It's 1923. I am Rose Red, stage clairvoyant, invited to Chawston Manor by Max Bavarian, the sinister industrialist. I predict murder 7:28 AM Dec 13th from TweetDeck |
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Oooh, Google mail has emoticons! Not as cute as Skype's, and a bit small, but a picture paints ... etc. The monkey is my fave. 2:57 AM Dec 11th from TweetDeck |
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Conservatory/eyesore being demolished today. Just realised this will create dust, not ideal when we've also got painter/decorators in. 4:15 AM Dec 10th from TweetDeck |
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Lunch at St Pancras, but sadly I'm not off to Paris today. Would you mind not tweeting about Le Web, it's making me envious! 6:17 AM Dec 8th from twitterrific |
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If you were writing it in Forth, wouldn't you call it Boot Open not Open Boot? 9:39 AM Dec 7th from web |
Phil says he's written Forth (professionally!) in the last decade. It's used in s'thing called OpenBoot? (What I do with car at Waitrose?) 9:38 AM Dec 7th from web |
Walking home with a lovely bunch of flowers, feeling good about everything! 3:59 PM Dec 5th from txt |