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The Rich, Harsh Poet. Online blog of Chris Heath. Raquo; me presenting. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Me Myself and My World.
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Spectacular Snowy Scenes – I love Frozen Planet | The Rich, Harsh Poet
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The Rich, Harsh Poet. Online blog of Chris Heath. Spectacular Snowy Scenes – I love Frozen Planet. 8216;Frozen Planet’ has been yet another landmark documentary series from the BBC, whisking viewers to both the South and North Pole to witness life in the most extreme locations of our planet. Over the past six weeks, we have been treated to shots of Polar Bears, Seals, Killer Whales, Penguins, Reindeer, Boars and Snow Leopards and more in their natural habitat – all in High Definition. The final ‘Fr...
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Online Work | The Rich, Harsh Poet
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The Rich, Harsh Poet. Online blog of Chris Heath. As well as radio and TV work, I have embraced the world of online journalism. I have worked on both StaffsLive (where I was the interactive editor) and the BBC Stoke and Staffordshire website. I am also very actively involved in Twitter and am fascinated by the web and it’s future. On this page you can see some examples of my online work from both StaffsLive and the BBC. Feeds for the site. Please see examples of my StaffsLive work below:. The views on th...
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Gallery | The Rich, Harsh Poet
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The Rich, Harsh Poet. Online blog of Chris Heath. Welcome to the Gallery where you’ll find a whole host of pictures… eventually! Ok, so there aren’t many here yet as this is a working progress. But with me taking Photojournalism from September and my increasing love of photography. You can expect to see it grow and grow very soon. Newest Content – Muse 2009! All my photo’s are hosted on Flickr (which I had to admit I thought was pointless at first, but I’m getting used to it! Iceland - April 2007. Specta...
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To Man and Beast All Akin: February 2010
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To Man and Beast All Akin. Misadventures, Misfirings and Mild Misgivings in the Midlands. Saturday, 13 February 2010. So dear reader,. What of these times we live in? Firstly, I hope this missive finds you well. All in all, not bad. y'know, industrious enough [I'm feeling like what in football jargon is referred to as a 'good pro,' ideally without the imminent free transfer] though lacking a smidge in the momentum and inspiration departments, hence the intermittent service. In fact. The itchy questio...
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To Man and Beast All Akin: Cross my palm with pixels
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To Man and Beast All Akin. Misadventures, Misfirings and Mild Misgivings in the Midlands. Sunday, 3 January 2010. Cross my palm with pixels. In a rather whimsical moment, I'm loving* the way that Wordle. Is apt to cradle and arouse the spurious crystal-ball quality in any old one-horse weblog (mine). And so, let is be said. 2010 will be: Tracksuited. Tea-puddled. [And] Less than international. Happy New Year, readers. Parlance of the postmodern thirty-something, I'm told. HNY, son, HNY. A tea and a think.
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To Man and Beast All Akin: May 2009
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To Man and Beast All Akin. Misadventures, Misfirings and Mild Misgivings in the Midlands. Sunday, 31 May 2009. Well, we had a fabulous day at the races - the unexpected result is that I feel like I've discharged my best man duties amply enough. In appropriately manly fashion, we gloried in just enough pomp to make it an occasion. Just enough pennies were won [none by me] to prompt a few short-lived chest beatings. And just enough pints [Guinness] were partaken of to make it merry, merry, merry. I hope th...
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To Man and Beast All Akin: January 2010
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To Man and Beast All Akin. Misadventures, Misfirings and Mild Misgivings in the Midlands. Sunday, 3 January 2010. Cross my palm with pixels. In a rather whimsical moment, I'm loving* the way that Wordle. Is apt to cradle and arouse the spurious crystal-ball quality in any old one-horse weblog (mine). And so, let is be said. 2010 will be: Tracksuited. Tea-puddled. [And] Less than international. Happy New Year, readers. Parlance of the postmodern thirty-something, I'm told. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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To Man and Beast All Akin: June 2009
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To Man and Beast All Akin. Misadventures, Misfirings and Mild Misgivings in the Midlands. Thursday, 25 June 2009. For a herbal touch, add sweet smelling herbs, such as lavender, or. Powdered frankincense. As each ant explodes, a cloud of incense-like. Smoke will appear, scenting your kitchen or garden.". Ooh, this I like! Sam and I are off to try it now. Wednesday, 24 June 2009. Bizarre, at best, no? Friday, 19 June 2009. If you try sometimes. Needs, wants, shoulds, could haves, what ifs and other genera...
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To Man and Beast All Akin: July 2009
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To Man and Beast All Akin. Misadventures, Misfirings and Mild Misgivings in the Midlands. Friday, 10 July 2009. Yesterday I went with Sam to the induction afternoon at his school nursery, about which he had been very excited for days. Springing to his feet, he clamped himself to my neck and began to cry "I want to go home now, I want to go home now, I WANT TO GO HOME NOW," with an increasing anxiety shortness of breath. I could feel his heart belting like a drum machine as the tears flooded his cheek...
