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Syphilis And The Squid

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Once Upon A Time there was a Benedict Cumberbatch name generator, and the names it generated were so good I decided to write a series of stories based on them.  Last week I told the tale of The Incurious Timothy Clavichord, and today tis the saga of Syphilis Crumplehorn.

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It’s A Good Life On A Boat

Happy International Talk Like A Pirate Day! For those who haven’t come across it before, this is more in celebration of old fashioned, Treasure Island, ‘Arrr, Jim Lad’ pirates rather than those new fangled modern day, wouldn’t be out of place in an Expendables movie ones.

(Technically they haven’t revealed themselves as pirates by the time they sing this song, but it still felt like a good way to start a Wednesday.)

Feminism in Romantic Fiction

A guest post by Rose McConnachie.  *Warning – contains spoilers.*

The first historical romance I ever read was The Flame and the Flower, by Kathleen E. Woodiwiss. To brutally summarise, the plot followed thusly: 16 year old, beautiful, slightly Irish heroine Heather (orphan, raised and abused by a cruel ugly country aunt and spineless uncle) is sold into what turns out to be sexual slavery in the sweaty fleshpots of LONDON.

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Wednesday Story

I don’t have a guest post for you today, so instead you shall have another story.  This one was written for Emily Dodd, who said “You know those dog multi-leads? Well a man used to come into my bedroom with wolves on a multi-lead or sometimes… sharks. The sharks swam in air. Thankfully it hasn’t happened for 20 years or so, he’s probably working in Disney land (:” Enjoy.

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Once Upon A Time, there was a little boy called Bartholomew Benjamin Crannington-Hill, a name he had inherited from Irish-American parents along with a small leather suitcase and a pair of green and white striped pyjamas.  Unfortunately those were the only things he had to remember them by, for Mr and Mrs Crannington-Hill tragically died at sea when their son was only a baby.

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