When choosing explosives, one stands out a mile
Though it’s never found in any missile.
While gunpowder, plastics are in with a shout
Nothing quite beats the humblest sprout
Which, combined with my gut is truly fissile.
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About TanGental
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.
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TanGental 
Ha ha!!!
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I’m assuming the sprout has led to a quite isolated Christmas for you Geoff. I hope you’ve been working on something good.
Hugs
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I hope the outputs are as nourishing as the inputs. Indeed that might be my resolution. Hugs, dear boy!
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Jolly good!
Sprouts deserve a shout –
they’re nasty little green things –
we can without!
Happy, Healthy 2023 Geoff and family. Cheers Joy and family! xx
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Thank you Joy. May we all live up to your name and bring a little…
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The answer, my friend…….Happy New Year.
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there goes London Bridge again…
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Ha! Fun Geoff, but wind is better out than in!! Happy New Year
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MMMmmm sprouts with bacon – yummy! I also find the festive cheese board has its part to play in the Christmas trumping harmonies (especially when we had our four-legged companions around who were partial to a little cheese titbit). 🙂 Happy New Year. KL ❤
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I must say canine bloffing is something unnatural. It must be on some chemical weaponry banned list
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My father used to say it was like phosgene gas from WWI…
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Wise words. He must have met my father. His alimentary tract was developed at Aldermaston
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🤣🤣🤣
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Brussels getting its own back?
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One reason for Brexit I suppose
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A great chuckle to start the new year!
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Fun stiff, Geoff. HNY
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Thanks John. There are some who’ve suggested I weaponise my output. Damned cheek…
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The Department of Defense could be interested.
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If only Ukraine grew brassicas rather than wheat….
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🤣
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As my family refers to them… little green balls of death! Even the cats hide in the basement when we have dined on sprouts! Still, here’s to a glorious, green New Year for one and all.
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Yep. May your gases not be greenhouses
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Very true.
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Haha, I hate English sprouts and never touch them.
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Oh I’ve fallen in love with those little bloff-bombs down the years. Try grating them and frying in butter with a packet of lardons. You’d barely recognise them!
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Hmmm, now that actually sounds quite tasty.
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there you go; who knew you could enjoy such things. Linda, who loves a grapefruit has recently created a sauce from its juice to top off our porridge. I have always loathed grapefruit but this – admittedly having been sweetened – is delicious.
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You live and learn 😉
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Happy New Year, Geoff
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ditto and likewise
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