My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline.
I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy.
I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere.
These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
I like the painter image even though i realise you mean decorator rather than artist. I suspect my style might best be capture by the pointlessalism first championed by the south london school of the blank canvas..
Great poem; great portrait. Many years ago a team-mate and I, bursting from rugby club beer, visited a public loo. It was closed. “They know what they are going to get, don’t they?” uttered Alan. “Yes”, said I as we sidled round the back.
Looking very well, His Geoffleshio! Joe Wicks suits you!!
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Oh stop it. I may be fit but most of me is still challenged by gravity
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Lol!
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Wednesday morning smile. right here!! Love the poem, love the plant pot shoes, love your garden, love your french painter look 🙂
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I like the painter image even though i realise you mean decorator rather than artist. I suspect my style might best be capture by the pointlessalism first championed by the south london school of the blank canvas..
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😂😂 just don’t cut off any ears!
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I’ll keep those scissors sheathed!!
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Great poem; great portrait. Many years ago a team-mate and I, bursting from rugby club beer, visited a public loo. It was closed. “They know what they are going to get, don’t they?” uttered Alan. “Yes”, said I as we sidled round the back.
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Shocking
Sounds like B’mth beach a week ago
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Love the poem and that photo ❤️💗💜
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Thanks Willow. Hope you’re feeling perkier…
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Hi Geoff getting there thanks, is all good with you 🌹🌹
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Yes thanks, all bloomin marvellous
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Excellent to hear 😀🌺🌺🌺🌱
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Hahaha… thank God, I already had dinner. But you gave me the biggest laugh today 🤣
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Good. Always happy to hand out free smiles now hugs are off the agenda
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And that is what we find limitless on your blog.
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Ha. You flatterer..
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A fact, Geoff 😁
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Hello, good photo! Love the light dusting of Dog/cat fur on sweatshirt 🙂
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He does get everywhere
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Have we ever determined if you’ve managed to annoy any owners of the famous lines.
This one is too funny.
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So far they’ve mostly spun in their graves but pretty much remained interred . Thanks Gary
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