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While out pigeon shooting with Rover, our brave and illustrious surgeon happens upon an avian anomaly – his dog has discovered an injured parrot hanging perilously from a tree. Our daring doctor dashes desperately towards the poor critter only to discover that the bird has succumbed to rigor mortis. Throwing his gun to the ground, he sheds a tear on his green jacket. Calling Rover to him, he contemplates a suitable resting place for this hero of the skies, this unfortunate specimen laid before him. He closes his eyes in sorrow, and his upper-class voice quivers as he yells to the woods of his pain. Upon opening them again, he spies Rover run

Well, today was very sunny, and our favourite doctor was taking advantage of it by going shopping. He sat ergonomically in his Land Rover, eyeing up the large pork pie situated beneath his rather large nose, and drooling ferociously. He attacked this monstrosity of pork and lard with vigour, before placing the crummy remains on a napkin, and, screwing up the object, he gave it a horizontal thrust, increasing the velocity to the right amount to enter the green county bin near the half-open window. The Land Rover extravagantly had a dog skin rug on the back seat, and it was here that Rover had found his last resting place, set up for his death

Poet, how could I carry on, when the peace inside is now gone?

There's something ultimately more satisfying about writing things out on paper. Sure, typing is faster, more legible and easier to edit. Typing doesn't twist your hands up inside, squashing your fingers under the palm of your hand until they lose all sense of feeling. The pain could be part of it. That feeling of putting something of yourself into your work; the hurt, tears and sweat of recalling something close to your heart. There's something more personal about it. Typing is uniform. Handwriting is unique. A letter written by hand requires effort, time, energy. Email saves time. Email is easier. Email shows no thoughts. What does sittin