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I used to see Fleetwood most Saturday afternoons in the Michael Collins bar. I used to know him as Daniel and never made the connection between him and Fleetwood.
I didn't really know him, I would sit at one end of the bar and he would be at the other end or sat by the big window surrounded by friends watching football and rugby.
He will be sadly missed, it seems strange I won't see him again with his usual glass of Grimbergen in front of him, lighting up a ciggy.
I off there now to watch the football.
I might even buy a bottle of Grimbergen.
Those of you who have ever lived within spitting distance of the Southern Pennines will know what moorgrime is.
If I should dye, think only this of me:
That their's some corner of a foreign field
That is forever England. Their shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
It was so tempting to use the @ though, but that would be rude.
Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.
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