When the clock strikes the God spot

Almost time to start praying, start saying those things and hope Jesus brings me a present, oh no, wait, that’s Santa I’m thinking of. Sunday though is creeping up and I know it’ll catch me snatch me and I will end up in a church. But there’s still fifteen minutes before the Sabbath time enough…

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The steam man

I thought I was climbing a big ‘un a brick of a chimney in Wigan. and if I dreamed of Dibnah who was after all, a great teacher who could blame me?…

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