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		<title>Home</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Jun 2011 12:32:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[home was milk kisses nine days late clear plastic soft blanket blue doorway hall whispers glue scissors red mittens home was brown cliff-face white kitchen close quarrel tears drying school blazer soft Nirvana clock chiming love letter home was cold seminar yellow capsule black coffee blood blister thatched ceiling bare rafters rat scratching cat calling [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=stroodlights.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9792081&amp;post=566&amp;subd=stroodlights&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Bethany&#8217;s Song</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2011 14:50:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[They found the child in the woods; starving, dirty and scared. A group of workmen out felling trees came across her, shivering in a clearing. When we arrived she was dressed in a high-vis jacket, drinking hot coffee from a Thermos cup. The workmen were sat around her, in awe but protective; fairytale woodsmen gathered [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=stroodlights.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9792081&amp;post=537&amp;subd=stroodlights&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Folk Club: The Rules</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jun 2011 09:13:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Rule One: The first rule of folk club is you do not talk about folk club. Rule Two: As above (sung in a round). Rule Three: If someone says Judas, plugs in, rocks out, or goes electric, the folk is over. Rule Four: Two guys to a folk (at least one must be called Jethro). [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=stroodlights.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9792081&amp;post=512&amp;subd=stroodlights&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A Thousand Cuts</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2011 13:57:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s all in your head, but you know that The ghost at your bedside, you take him back Just like a long-lost son You can&#8217;t breath without him, it won&#8217;t let go This ghost with its hands wrapped round your throat Loves you like no other will There&#8217;s a place in his heart for you [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=stroodlights.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9792081&amp;post=494&amp;subd=stroodlights&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>An alternative 70</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Dec 2010 12:34:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Big Sur &#8211; Jack Kerouac Everything is Illuminated &#8211; Jonathan Safran-Foer American Tabloid &#8211; James Ellroy The Rum Diary &#8211; Hunter S Thompson Fiesta &#8211; Ernest Hemingway You Shall Know Our Velocity &#8211; David Eggers High Rise &#8211; J G Ballard Brighton Rock &#8211; Graham Greene Where the Wild Things Are &#8211; Maurice Sendak Homelands [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=stroodlights.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9792081&amp;post=486&amp;subd=stroodlights&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Midway Part 9</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2010 13:35:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The lamplight, such as it was, was barely adequate. Johnson&#8217;s torch had failed so Jack had lit a rusting storm lantern, which cast its wavering,  oily glow onto the mouldering tunnel walls.  The two ghosts had stumbled inebriatedly through the tunnels, straying farther and deeper into the labyrinthine factory depths than ever before. A heady [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=stroodlights.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9792081&amp;post=442&amp;subd=stroodlights&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Midway Pt.8</title>
		<link>http://stroodlights.wordpress.com/2010/07/09/midway-pt-8/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Jul 2010 20:23:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[After-dinner drinks were an almost religious occasion for Jack, Kate and Johnson. Jack and Kate had always enjoyed a tipple after supper, but Johnson brought his own enervating touch to proceedings. With the flourish of a conjuror,  he would produce vintage overproof rum, Napolean brandy and  uncut Cuban cigars from the labyrinthine pockets in his [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=stroodlights.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9792081&amp;post=415&amp;subd=stroodlights&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Scientologist</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2010 12:43:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The overnight train from Oostende to Copenhagen was on the final leg of its journey. In one of its sleeper compartments, a young, bearded musician sat on a wooden bench, his guitar case resting on the bunk above him. He looked fretful and his posture was cramped and uncomfortable. Opposite him an older man was [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=stroodlights.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9792081&amp;post=407&amp;subd=stroodlights&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Midway Pt.7</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2010 13:55:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In the city above, the Great Development continued apace. Retail units, high rise housing and office spaces shot up as the old Victorian grime gave way to spearmint-fresh glass, concrete and brushed steel monoliths. It was clean, people noted, it was nice and all the open spaces and cameras made them feel awfully safe. It [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=stroodlights.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9792081&amp;post=385&amp;subd=stroodlights&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Midway Pt.6</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2010 22:38:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Champagne Charlie is my name&#8230;&#8221; A spectral voice drifts down the tunnel, the words it sings pinging off the damp chamber walls , echoing and multiplying. &#8220;&#8230;And champagne drinking is my game&#8230;&#8221; The woman&#8217;s voice continues the rough, lusty melody. A rhythmic clump-clump-clump of heavy hobnail boots  on a hard wood surface  accompanies the tune [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=stroodlights.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9792081&amp;post=372&amp;subd=stroodlights&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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