Where There’s Smoke, There’s Fire. Really. As in, “Help! Fire!”

Every year the firemen of Gillingham, in Kent, England, would construct a makeshift house out of wood and canvas for the popular fire-fighting demonstration at the fundraiser for St. Bartholomew's Hospital. As part of the festivities ┬áseveral local boys would typically be selected to help out by playing the parts of members of a wedding... Continue Reading →

Don’t Be a Writer If You Can’t Handle Rejection Letters

"Curse the blasted, jelly-boned swines, the slimy, the belly-wriggling invertebrates, the miserable soddingrotters, the flaming sods, the sniveling, dribbling, dithering, palsied, pulse-less lot that make up England today. They've got white of egg in their veins, and their spunk is that watery it's a marvel they can breed." -- English author D.H. Lawrence, in a... Continue Reading →

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