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A Poultry Thing PDF Drucken E-Mail
By Julian Scutts

A chicken's tale by Dr Gallicantu

SOME CHICKEN

'Hitler has said that he will wring Britain's neck like the neck of a chicken. Some neck! Some chicken!'
Sir Winston Churchill

I am presently engaged in scientific research at the Hahn Foundation. My field is high energy physics. I differ from my colleagues in one important respect.

I am a chicken.

That is: I look like a chicken. I have the external attributes of a chicken - beak, feathers, wings and so on.

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On Finding A Loved One PDF Drucken E-Mail
By Julian Scutts

Between this World and That to Come

MYSTERIOUS WAYS
Or the Night Something Happened in Chipping Bumpstead

Chipping Bumpstead is a small and rather insignificant market town somewhere in the West of England. It is the sort of place that might get a brief mention in a motorist's guide: "Tucked away in a pleasant rural area, this unassuming little place seems to capture the soul of Merry Old England."

For centuries nothing ever happened there - nothing, that is, apart from what always happens everywhere with people being born, people growing up, people marrying and having families, people eating and drinking, people dying, people being people.

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Old Soldiers PDF Drucken E-Mail
By Julian Scutts

A surprise when reading the obituary column

Ratta-tat-tat - ratta-tat-tat

The pulse of machine-gun fire was still throbbing in his ears, battering his eardrums, when Brigadier-General Barnes-Fothergill awoke that morning. Not that there was anything so special about that. Recurring dreams are quite common.

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Sands and Date-Palms PDF Drucken E-Mail
By Julian Scutts

a treatment of time and consciousness

Derek's letter

Dharan, Arabian Gulf, 17th Nov. 1979

Dear Joe,
Many thanks for your last letter. It was good to learn that you've settled down nicely in your new job. For my part, it's been the same old grind working on the rigs and pipelines, and I certainly have no wish to bore you with all the details. You were always a one for telling anecdotes, so why don't you add this one to your cocktail party repertoire?

A few months back I got to hear about this Arab fellow - Rab ibn Heinkhal - who'd been admitted to the clinic for nervous disorders at a local hospital. Believe it or not, he had to get certified a s insane if he was to escape a public beating. Apparently he'd been caught drinking water during daylight hours in the month of Ramadan, the month of fasting in the Moslem calendar. Anyway, his defence was that, though he fully appreciated that drinking during daylight hours in Ramadan was against the law, exception might be made if a person had been fasting solidly for a couple of hundred years.
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Download Me if You Dare PDF Drucken E-Mail
By Julian Scutts

Watkins was an odd sort of fellow. I say "'was'" assuming he is no longer alive, which brings me to the moot-point of this private (and recently concluded) investigation, for want of a better term: his apparent disappearance about seven months ago.

I can't really say that I knew the man. We chatted now again over a beer - or something stronger - at the local. To be perfectly honest, I enjoyed his company with mixed pleasure.

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