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“Oh, yeah. That happens sometimes when I get a paper cut.” Just a quick one of Celia!
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Emergency Services Manage Crisis at Royal Alexandra Hospital
Emergency Services Manage Crisis at Royal Alexandra Hospital
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King Street closed after weekend fire in Paisley
Emergency services closed King Street in Paisley on Saturday night following a fire which sparked a major response.
Crews attended the scene late on Saturday evening, with the road remaining shut while firefighters dealt with the incident.
Officers from Police Scotland stayed at the location overnight and into Sunday as investigations began.
The force remained on the street until around midday…
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Crypto ISA Inferno: UK Government Feels the Heat
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“It’s simply a somewhat mishandled procedure,” states Laura Suter of the investment firm AJ Bell. “One of the primary objectives of Isas is their straightforwardness . . . [this] introduces considerable complexity.”
Suter is bewildered by…
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(A poem I wrote for an OC a couple years ago)
Fire.
Fire’s burning away my only home.
Was it ever truly home, though?
The creaky floor boards, burnt food,
and yelling all say otherwise.
Telling people the other stuff like
how they laid hands on us never
actually got their attention.
At least the food inspector was
serious about his job. He saw how
gross the food was.
How everything else was.
He saw it because they knew that
no one would believe a food inspector
about a topic so serious.
Just like they wouldn’t believe us.
That building was only a shell
of an excuse to earn profit off
of poor innocent souls who
didn’t have a say.
I will have a say.
I need to have a say.
The fire consumes the floorboards
that I always hated as I stand
and watch from a distance.
The floor boards that me and my
brother-… no, sister-
We used to play on them.
We’d get splintered toes
and dirty feet.
Wooden floors were always
hard to keep clean.
The kids forced to clean them
knew that.
No amount of water could ever
scrub away the horrific nature
of that building.
But was it all really that bad?
There is always good in bad,
right?
My sister always told me that.
Maybe she was trying to make
me feel better.
Though maybe it is true.
Maybe it is why I feel bad
about setting fire to this
wretched place.
Or maybe I feel bad because
I left everyone in there.
I left *her* in there,
along with everyone else.
Now I stand from a distance.
Fire was always so pretty
to look at.
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Ulrik Heltoft | A plain wall where the words Mane Thecel Phares are written in flaming letters, no people, no banquet. Period lettering, 2014. Fra den fotografiske serie 59 Illustrations, (2006-)
