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Last week, Winston Plowes sent his single sentence of personal news in the form of a haiku. (Gesundheit!) He's back....
"We found ourselves at the Darbar in Rusholm, Manchester, on the curry mile. My Haiku from that night is -
Darbar chaat shatter. Aloo, Chana, Tamarind. Fragrant Curry Mile."
Tabithahergest sent her "haiku of the week". If we were being picky, we might point out that it's not really her news, but it's still very good...
"January is, like a homie's low-slung jeans, almost at an end."
Here's what Radio 4's Neil Sleat read out this week:
I've just received a new photo of my adopted chimp, Eddi. She's growing up fast!
Bright red blood on the toilet seat at work.
I tried to sell a painting of a bulls head to the butcher but he told me to go away and called me a 'gypsy'.
We are having steamed sea bream for dinner, 4 for £10, what a bargain.
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NB. It doesn't have to conform to the rules of Japanese poetry.
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If the snow stops, I may go out and buy a new radio. One of those DAB things.
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This morning I'm cleaning up pickled beetroot from the kitchen floor!!!
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Eddie - now that Mr Effingham and I have finished our comedy row (Re:beetroot spillage) I'm off to meet Renee and Joan at a well known supermarket. I mustn't forget the BOGOF on Toilet Duck.
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More news: There's a new car commercial that's airing in the US. It's for Hyundai, and it claims: if you buy a car today and lose your job in the next year, you can return the car.
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Snow still lingering in the driveway prevented me from biking to the woods, as I careered over the handlebars in a moment of lapsed concentration, grazing the whole of my left shin, and perhaps spraining my wrist. Miffed.
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