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When I was a young fish, helping my Dad stack the timber in the woodshed, there always used to be shiny silver slaters running for cover as we shifted the timber. I remember that on occasions, when loading the wood into the fire, a slater would still be marooned on a log as we placed it into the burning grate, and there would be a satisfying…

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The Fish may have been a bit quiet lately, but that doesn’t mean we’re not working hard on some great stories. In the mean time therefore, a couple of links to other sites. First up is the Arch Centre, who are currently having a discussion over that mad charlatan Richard Gage, who claims that the twin trade towers and the other building were all blown up,…