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The only one I know of that's coming up is Richard Compton 2013, but that's not until November. And at the rate it's going, Elephants isn't going to be ready until then...even though it'll probably be far too long to be eligible...Bah.
It's highly likely that I'll be engaging in some kind of competition of poetry or other creative writing alongside Annie sometime soon, as well. She studies English Literature; I study English Language. That means we're both eligible to participate in any creative-writing contests the college offers.
If it's of any interest to you, she and I took part in a poetry competition once. I think you saw the photos on Facebook. I took 2nd place in our age category; I think she came 4th or 5th.
Eh. It was a one-off thing. Plus, even he hath no fury like his girlfriend when she's p*ssed off. She can rage for Queen and country. Maybe that's why they go so well together.
After all that *Angry Hawaiian Guy*'ing, are you sure you have any bollocks left? I would have thought you'd wind up like poor old Nack.
...Speaking of the Angry Hawaiian Guy, I heard from him recently. He's still in the same relationship he was in when I last saw him in person. Good for him. Both he and his girlfriend are good people.
That's actually kinda funny you should say that; I re-read Jalton-X-LaFarge 2, for Ss & Gs, earlier today. It very nearly came to that, as I'm sure you recall.
...Oh, it appears life on-board ship is getting Miss Kochanski down, sir. She's in the mid-ships now, throwing knives into the wall and shouting abuse at the fridge for not having any low-fat yoghurts.
...I mean, I knew when I joined the Corps that it'd be tough in deep space. I accepted shopping was unlikely. But then I lost my crew, my ship...and I ended up here, with a fridge full of trainers, two sets of clothes, and pipes that 'squelookle' when they're supposed to 'nureek'!
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