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AKA Love Poem for a Damp Bank Holiday Monday They meet in the ballroom to dance, Anticipation floats through the air, Torchlight enflames the romance, The decor, so tasteful, so fair, We're in a grey Newcastle-under-Lyme market, Sheltering in a closed Woolworth's doorway until the rain lets up, This doesn't look like it'll happen anytime soon, It's really pissing it down. The princess, teasingly masked, Grand Mistress of all she surveys, Tempting curves; wine finely casked, Beauty ready to conquer and daze, You are quite good looking, Admittedly not much in the chest department, You seem to mind far more than I do though, I've

As A Mother... Phrase to be employed to give weight to any political argument (e.g. “as a mother, I think we should teach those Iraqis a lesson”). Banking (see Free Market) Charity A selfless act of generosity towards someone worse off than myself which I should be heartily congratulated upon. Not to be confused with a serious political solution to the cause (see Communist). Collateral Damage The accidental slaughter of people who you were meant to be liberating.  Don’t worry, they know it’s for the greater good and won’t happen again. Communist Anyone who wants life to be better for people poorer

As soon as Julia got to the entrance she almost burst out laughing. This was the first time she'd ever been to a goth club and the assortment of various night-dwelling creatures was overwhelming;- freaks, vampires, gimps and harpies all hid behind masks of leather, velvet, dog collars and piercings. Julia, herself, had been adorned by her friends with whatever they could spare;- boots (black), miniskirt (black), blouse (black), hairspray (midnight blue) and she didn't feel too out of place but was always conscious of derogatory glances from the gothier-than-thou contingency. This was the first time she'd seen her old friends in ages. The thre