...Harlee Dean Talksport Interview Transcript- Interviewer: It’s been a strange season in many ways, you started off poorly but now you find yourselves two points off the top six Harlee Dean: Yeah, I think a lot has been said about Marinus and that he was the reason for the poor start and this that and the other but I think anybody that had come in with so much change and um things being so different from the way they were and so many new players coming in and players leaving it was a struggle for anybody. Then obviously Marinus left and Lee came in who had been there last year and knew what we was about and just reverted us back to that really he got us energised got us pressing higher and got us all motivated (.) his team selections were half the core of the team last season so the team felt together again it’s been tough for the foreign boys because the championship is a hard league frankly physical, games every week and it probably wasn’t what they’re used too and they were probably chucked in the middle of the deep end at the beginning of the season, Lee kept all the big boys that had been there and done it and put the foreign boys in as substitutes and stuff like that and we just got better and better and I think that’s half the reason we’re pushing back up {talk about Brighton, Reading and Christmas demands, sacrifices etc} Interviewer: So what is your contract situation at the moment? Is it the end of the season you’re contracted too? Harlee Dean: Yeah (.) my...
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...Have you ever almost drowned? I have and I’d like to describe the event. Some people may get a little chuckle to a large belly laugh because now that I am safe, I look back and part of it is really funny. Most of it gave me the scare of my life. Anybody who has had a loved one, acquaintance or even themselves almost drowned can relate to the fact that things can go from having fun to a life threatening situation in a matter of seconds. Hopefully, my memory of this event will enlighten someone enough to be a little bit more vigilant when around water. My memory of this event begins at Lake Wakonda near Beloit in north central Kansas. We had just finished a day of boating and the boat was parked at the shore where we had made camp. My dad, brother and sister were on shore huddled around the camp fire. Although, I believe my brother was huddling around the fire because he had crashed and burned so much when he was trying to water ski. I think I was about five to seven years old so I can’t remember certain things but I think I had some aunts and uncles there as well. I, however, could never get enough of playing in the water so I was out on a raft in the water. I didn’t think I was out too far because it looked like I was only about five feet passed the boat. As it always is with being that young, looks were a little deceiving and I was either out farther then I thought or there was a wicked drop off under the water. As it is with most lakes, I couldn’t see the bottom and was curious...
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...unwanted Chapter One I woke up to the sound of the music blasting from my iPhone. I quickly got up from the ground; I’m guessing that’s where I slept. I didn’t remember anything from last night, it was all a blur. Los Angeles nights get pretty out of hand when you go to spur of the moment parties, like Max always has. I felt like I had a hangover, thank God it was Saturday. All I remember from last night was that I was dancing, drinking, having a good time. Nothing bad, I just don’t know how I ended up on the floor back at my room , I’m pretty sure that I didn’t throw the party. “JUST ANSWER YOUR FRICKEN PHONE ALREADY!!!!” Erin, my roommate, screamed throwing a pillow at my head. I rubbed my eyes and to wake up and my hands turned black with makeup. The phone number was unknown but I answered anyway, “Hello?” I was so tired no noise came out of my mouth; I cleared my throat and repeated myself, “Hello?” A voice answered me, “HEEEYYY!” it sounded like a guy, maybe Dad? Was this another one of his early morning drunk calls from New York? I didn’t care who it was, all I wanted to do was go back to sleep, I had a massive headache and this loud man’s voice wasn’t helping the situation. “Who is this?” I said wondering. He stopped for a second “Don’t you remember, Daryl?” Honestly, I honestly had no idea who it was (And for the record I’m a girl, yes my name is Daryl blame my parents they named me. They have weird tastes). The guy on the phone was breathing loudly...
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...as a baby-sitter for the neighbourhood parents’ babies, but had never gotten over the wonderful feelings she had while sitting. She thought it was just her maternal instinct kicking in early, as she had started sitting at age ten to earn some spending money, and to ‘teach her some responsibility’ as her father put it. What a joke! She hardly learned responsibility from doing a job she felt she should pay the parents for the pleasure of doing! There was nothing that thrilled her more than preparing bottles, cuddling the children, feeding them, and rocking them to sleep. She felt, from talking to her friends at school, that it was rather unusual to like changing diapers, though. Yes, Holly even enjoyed that, and it didn’t matter if they were wet, messy or both! Well, now it was twenty-six years later. Holly had finished college with a teaching certificate and a specialisation in early childhood education. Some investments she had made had paid off, so she didn’t really have to work, but just like when she was ten, felt so drawn to ‘her’ babies, that it wouldn’t have mattered if the school wanted her to pay them, she would still go to work. When she was in college, though, she had dated some, and the guys she had gravitated toward were all rather submissive. From one of them, she had found out about the Adult Baby scene. Being submissive herself, she decided to (secretly) investigate this fetish the guys had. She decided the best way to do this was to find a...
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...three and four on the next,five and six,and so on. The last tape has thirteen on one side,but nothing on the back Hello,boys and girls. Hannah Baker here. Live and in stereo. No return engagements. No encore. And this time,absolutely no requests. I hope you’re ready,because I’m about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically why my life ended. And if you’re listening to these tapes,you’re one of the reasons why: I’m not saying which tape brings you into the story, But fear not,if you received this lovely little box,your name will pop up… I promise. The rules are pretty simple. There are only two. Rule number one: You listen. Rule number two: You pass it on. Hopefully,neither one will be easy for you. When you’re done listening to all thirteen sides-because there are thirteen sides to every story-rewind the tape,put them back in the box and pass them on to whoever follows your little tale. And you,lucky number thirteen,you can take the tapes straight to hell. Depending on your religion,maybe I’ll see you there. In case you’re tempted to break the rules,understand that I did make a copy of these tapes. These copies will be released in a very public manner if this package doesn't make it through all of you. This was not a spur-of-the-moment decision. Do not take me for granted…again. You are being watched. I almost forgot. If you’re on my list,you should’v received a map. Throughout the tapes,I’ll be mentioning several spots of our beloved city for you to visit....
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...Nobody at Kenowa Hills knows why I moved here or that I have a family that I never talk about. No one except for three people know truly why I am, who I am today. I just hate talking about it. The event itself and the events after are pretty awful, but I like to think that I’ve learned a lot about who I am through it all. Sundays were always hard because I never liked going back to Haslett. I love Grand Rapids and my mom and stepdad and I never wanted to leave for a whole week. That Sunday was probably the worst one I can remember yet. Earlier in the night Dad and Angie (step-mom) were fighting but that was normal for any night. I remember thinking about how stupid the fight was. All of their fights were meaningless but it wouldn’t be a normal...
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...10:25 Written by Erik Choquette INT. SARAH’S HALLWAY - DAY A splash of sunshine lands on a PAINTING that hangs on a dark blue wall. In it, streaks of red crash into paths of orange and yellow, all combining to form a vague likeness of a GIRL’S EYE. Each stroke is calm and contained, but as a whole, the eye is passionate and wild. FADE TO BLACK. INT. SARAH’S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT SARAH HENSON, 18, tosses aside some brown wrapping paper and a red ribbon as she sits cross-legged on the white carpeted floor, leaning back against the bottom portion of a brown leather sofa. She holds the PAINTING of the eye. SARAH Oh my god. Chris- It’s wonderful! Her brown bangs fall across her face, hiding her left eye. She sweeps them away to continue inspecting the painting. CHRIS TAYLOR, 18, is lying on the floor across from her, stretched out on his side. His brown hoody has specks and smears of dried paint on it. So do his black jeans. One knee is shredded, and the other is just beginning to follow suit. CHRIS Well, it is yours. The eye, I mean. Sarah smiles to herself as she gazes at the painting. SARAH It’s a bit weird though isn’t it? I mean, my eye hanging on a wall somewhere, staring at me forev- CHRIS I never said you had to keep it. Sarah looks up at him, her mouth cracked in surprise, and her slim eyebrows raised. He avoids her glance by plucking at the stray white carpet fibers and then smoothing them back down. SARAH What? CHRIS I dunno. You just...
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...No Fear Shakespeare – A Midsummer Night’s Dream (by SparkNotes) Original Text -1- Modern Text Act 1, Scene 1 Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, and PHILOSTRATE, with others THESEUS and HIPPOLYTA enter withPHILOSTRATE and others. THESEUS Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Draws on apace. Four happy days bring in Another moon. But oh, methinks how slow This old moon wanes! She lingers my desires, 5 Like to a stepdame or a dowager Long withering out a young man’s revenue. THESEUS Our wedding day is almost here, my beautiful Hippolyta. We’ll be getting married in four days, on the day of the new moon. But it seems to me that the days are passing too slowly—the old moon is taking too long to fade away! That old, slow moon is keeping me from getting what I want, just like an old widow makes her stepson wait to get his inheritance. HIPPOLYTA Four days will quickly steep themselves in night. Four nights will quickly dream away the time. And then the moon, like to a silver bow 10 New bent in heaven, shall behold the night Of our solemnities. HIPPOLYTA No, you’ll see, four days will quickly turn into four nights. And since we dream at night, time passes quickly then. Finally the new moon, curved like a silver bow in the sky, will look down on our wedding celebration. THESEUS Go, Philostrate, Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments. Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth. Turn melancholy forth to funerals. 15 The pale companion...
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...reason to breathe, it's eating me away. It nibbles at my brain, the question of my existence and this matter of pain. I shake my fist at the cosmos and my insignificance. I need a reason to breathe and it's eating me away. Save me from my rage and my humanity. I'm more nothing than being, is this my legacy? I feel it eating me away. All that I am, all that I want, all that I lack, PLEASE, come on and save me. My pal Edric Prim texted me a quote the other day that I’m trying to remind myself of, from Joel Osteen. It was, “don’t let your setbacks become your identity”. Amen to that. I don’t need to stay here in this state of mind. Nibbling at my brain, I truly think too much and I drive myself crazy. The problem is if I knew exactly how to make my brain stop eating itself away, I would do it. All that I am should be enough to overcome any insecurities that I may have. I’ve never felt like this before. My life has pretty much always been an open book so, here it is. There was a lot of pressure and things happening at once at the beginning of February and then they came crashing down when the one thing I thought I had to hold on to was gone. I never really had any insecurity about me before this year and I think its my own fault that I let it bother me now. I didn’t think I put a girl before God but maybe I did and maybe this is why I am torn down. God will tear down idols. I hate to feel sorry for myself, and I do not like being bottomed out, but you know what? It happens. David...
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...confrontations with them for 2 years. However these zombies are unlike any I’ve ever seen. These zombies could run….fast. it was almost like they had been given an extra dose of human flesh for their daily meal today. I wasn’t thinking I would ever have to use the other guns I had in my trap door basement. “My god! Where is my ammo?” I said in a very, unusual tone. “I don’t know, so don’t ask me!” I had almost forgotten my girlfriend was in the other room. By that time, she had made her way to my part of the house and was just staring at me. “Jesus Jessica, don’t creep up on me like that. You know I scare easily!” I said in a hyperventilating tone. “Well how was I supposed to know that you forgot about me?” she asked in an angry and upset tone. You see, I was never the one to act quite right in front of girls, let alone in a world full of flesh eating freaks. After that statement was said, we both fell silent for a while. “Im sorry Jess, I didn’t mean to sound mad at you, it just gets frustrating living in this world now.” “Its fine John” she said in a blunt tone of voice. One thing I forgot to mention. My name. John Huntsfield, I’m from Saskatchewan up in Canada. I may be Canada native, but I don’t have that accent. “If there’s one thing I know about you, Jess, when you say that, it’s the complete opposite. What’s wrong?” “Leave me alone for a little bit. I’m tired and can’t think straight so please don’t talk to me.” Wow, see what...
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...with troop 120 but i really didn’t like the troop. i started in Cub Scouts the webelos 1 and 2 year following that, then i officially crossed over to being a boy scout. maybe the crossing over was just for webelos i don’t remember we just mainly fooled around and didn’t get much done. you see eventually almost everyone heads to the place called Camp Ransburg and every time the 1st timers they have trouble because they just sign up for like three classes then bang homesickness sits in. Now, my first year it was somewhat decent i think the whole week we were there it was pretty much sunny and we were next to the lake well like a 5-10 minute walk or run through the woods. That year...
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...The only subject I'm ever good at is Physical Education. Even so, I am still beaten at it by the ever so perfect “Allen Walker”. What's with him, really? He's good at everything, even in Cooking Class. Although he can't par with me in cooking commoner's food, he always cooks exquisite viands. People adore him to the very core of Earth. He's like some Buddha in school. He's like the Super Star that never existed. Anyway, I feel that it won't be good if I fill the whole first paragraph of the first chapter with every crap about him. Let’s go to me first. My name is”Haruka Azumi Yukihara”. I am a most typical female student of Hakuo Academy. My forte is Physical Education and my Achilles' heel is just about anything except Physical Education. Yes, I know that's a lot that's why I'm not enumerating it. Today is June 13, 2011 and everything is just about how everything shouldn't be. Ah, of course it's the fault of mankind, as always. At least it's not the fault of Allen-kun. Either way, I'm stuck in this school and an addiction to Death Note. Now what is Death Note? It's a story about this cool guy who kills all criminals with a pen and a notebook. Now don't go imagining him hitting the criminals with the notebook and finishes it off by piercing the pen to the criminal's throat. That's disgusting, although he can actually do that. That would put more gore but it doesn't change the fact that he's cool. Anyway, the notebook is something abnormal. He saw it falling from the sky and on...
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...Wet, naked, and angry, he asked her, “Could you hand me one of those towels?” That kept her hands busy for the important moment, so she didn’t get to cop a feel of his butt. He wrapped that towel around his waist and walked to his locker. There were other boys around, but Shelly only had eyes for Tommy. He was all hers. He was flustered, so he was not certain what to do next. Shelly told him, “Here, I’ll help you dry off.” She pulled his towel off him, which made him yelp. He threw his hands over his intimates and stepped back. Of course, Miss Hartick would not allow that kind of behavior. She said, “Tommy, stop that right now. Calm down and let Shelly do her job.” His head dropped, but he stepped to the smiling girl...
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...nowhere sat right in the middle of a wheat and barley field. It has been several years since their arrival, the others were here for one reason, to fit in they first arrived in New York then Chicago then Boston and all the major cities. They came in big ships and they were very tall almost 6.7 like a basketball player. They were harmless and mild. They gave gifts and technology hundreds of years in advance. We were greedy tho it's the way humans are once we get a taste we want it all. Anyway back to my house. The smell was overwhelming I ran down the stairs jumped into my...
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...has been exactly 10 years to this day since my parents, god rest their souls, were brutally murdered. I was only a child of 4 when I watched filthy savage Indians bash my poor parent’s heads in on their pillow next to mine. Although I was but a child I remember that day as if it were yesterday. I thought that maybe if I write down the events that happened that night I may feel a bit better so I decided to write them down in here. Father, Mother and I were on our way to go and visit Uncle Paris and Aunt Lilly. Mommy and daddy had some great news to share: they were going to have another baby. Honestly when I heard that I was going to be a big sister I was scared that my mommy and daddy wouldn't love me anymore. I wanted to tell them what I felt, but I thought that I would get into trouble and make my parents mad, and upset. So I tried my best to seam happy. On that day however I got really mad at mommy and daddy because they weren't paying attention to me; all they did was talk about the baby. The pent up anger I felt toward the baby just came out. I started to yell and say what I really felt. I told them that I hated the baby: that it would ruin everything. After my tantrum and after I realized what I had said I broke down in tears. Father then came up to me, picked me up and carried me over to my mother. They were not mad at me like I thought they would be. They just held me and whispered calming words in my ear. Once I had calmed down enough to talk they talked to me. They told...
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