life

The Diving-Bell and the Butterfly. from thequickbrownfox 23 days old

The Diving-Bell and the Butterfly. A book which makes some cry, A book so beautiful, As it is of spirit full, Written by an eyelid, Which did for freedom ...

Understanding the terrorist threat. from thequickbrownfox 36 days old

There is, unfortunately, a plethora of books on the terrorist threat and the average person is just far to busy to read them all and so, for an overview ...

Winning the lottery. from thequickbrownfox 37 days old

The girl the old man, After ran, His heart did lech, So he his arms did forward stretch, But none were bold, So none him told, That he twenty was no ...

Protecting your Financial Future. from thequickbrownfox 52 days old

If you world governments don’t trust, And think they’ll all go bust, You in your hand should hold, A glittering piece of gold, As gold has proven in ...

Derren Brown and the magic lottery numbers. from thequickbrownfox 69 days old

Nobody saw Derren Brown's lottery selection until after everyone had seen the genuine lottery results - the rest, as they say, is magic. It's similar ...

A Moth's Refrain. from thequickbrownfox 95 days old

I adore just being a moth, And laying my eggs as well in cloth, For it's always the finest wool, Which me towards it does pull, So a suit from Saville ...

How To Chat Up Attractive Young Women. from thequickbrownfox 100 days old

Gentlemen, Of your time, If you're feeling fine, I’d like minutes ten, For if you would of life’s riches sup, And would a pretty girl pick up, You need ...

To Where Does the Future Point? from thequickbrownfox 163 days old

Upon my face, the gentle breeze, Does my spirit please, And birds twittering in the trees, My heart do please, While on a playground laughing children ...

London Olympics from thequickbrownfox 175 days old

If you’d hold insanity at bay, You should from London stay away, For when travelling on the trains, You will suffer pains, As the voices will at you ...

Horrible London from thequickbrownfox 184 days old

[ ... ] of life’s pleasures drink, Their minds being turned to glop. But as London now does slowly die, And thoughts begin to still, Who will for the ...