Buying a slave in the 21st century is needlessly frowned upon. I can assure you that there is a perfectly legal method of doing so and I will happily talk you through it today.    It doesn’t matter where you are in the world.    When I mention 21st century slavery I’m not talking about the swept-under-the-rug style of modern slavery, though I’ll forgive you for thinking of that. That slavery is not legal, the kind I’m referring to is.    It is not something happening in dirty and corrupt parts of the third world. It is happening on your street. Right now - I can

December 28, 1978. United Airlines Flight 173 takes off on its way to Portland, Oregon USA.    It has an experienced crew.    The captain is Malburn McBroom, aged fifty-two. The first officer, Rodrick Beebe, is forty-eight at the time. Flight engineer Forrest Mendenhall is the youngest of the trio at forty-one years of age.    All is going well. The aircraft approaches the airport at Portland and begins to lower its landing gear.    Suddenly there is a problem.    A shock ripples through the aircraft.    McBroom looks down at his equipment, and does not see an indicator that the landing gear has been lowered and clicked into place. Panic

The young boy played in the sand box. He spent all day making a sand castle, crafting it so that it was grander than all the other children's sand castles. He ran to his mother, grabbed her by the hand, and dragged her over to the play area.   "What do you think of it mother?" the boy said.   The mother looked for a good while, paused, and said "Enough". The boy put his head down, sad and disappointed, and walked away.   The young boy was at school. He partook in a speaking competition in front of the entire school, all the teachers and students.

When I was just four years old, I wanted a Woody toy. He was my favourite character from the Disney film Toy Story.    Though if I’d been born in 1980, or 1880, I wouldn’t have wanted a ‘Woody’.    We know a lot about early civilisation from cave paintings and archaeological research. Without ever having read a book on this subject, I can safely say that despite the many records on cave walls, there are no paintings of Ferraris or Lamborghinis by cavemen.    I think it’s because cavemen did not appreciate fast cars.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLfkdIdPKpI When I was a bit older, maybe ten this time, I saw

Mary said she’d be happy when she had the perfect man.  Joseph said he’d be happy when he could afford to live uptown, instead of noisy, smelly downtown. Angela said she’d be happy when she’d published her first book.  Bruno said he’d be happy when he’d realised what his dream job was, what he wanted to do with his life.    Everyone has a ‘when’.    When I was young, my cousins and I used to play hide-and-seek. One of us would cover our eyes and begin counting downwards from 10.    3… 2… 1… “Ready or not, here I come!”   And then the seeker would go on a manhunt

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