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		<title>A Watched Livejournal Never Boils</title>
		<description><![CDATA[As part of my birthday present, Dad sends me a package of old and curious books and bookmarks. One vintage bookmark is an advert for toothpaste (or rather, &#8216;dental cream&#8217;), in the shape of the product itself. Double-sided, too. The toothpaste company is &#8216;Kolynos of Chenies Street, London W.C.1.&#8217; I&#8217;m looking at this at home [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Seemly Passions</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Tues 31st August. I head off to the London Review Bookshop in Bury Place, in order to buy the London Review Of Books. The shop stocks the latest issue a day or two early, even ahead of the issue&#8217;s contents appearing on the LRB website. So today I get to read a brand new Alan [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Against Nature &#8211; Last One For Now</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Wisdom learned from club night promotion: the host can never quite enjoy the party. I&#8217;m doing Against Nature one more time on Tuesday Sept 7th, then taking a break in order to find out what I want to do next. Here&#8217;s the details. AGAINST NATURE TUESDAY SEPTEMBER 7TH 2010 A night for dressed-up dandies and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Very London</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Catching up, filling gaps. Sat July 24th: Afternoon: &#8216;The Habit Of Art&#8217; at the NT, with Charlie M. Superb. Excellent play, stuffed full of different ideas rather than just one, just as the History Boys was. Charlie M prefers Alan Bennett&#8217;s intellectual, thought-provoking work like this, and isn&#8217;t so keen on the work that gets [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Against Nature &#8211; August Edition</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Last call for Against Nature &#8211; the August edition. Time Out Magazine have included it in their Critics&#8217; Choice list: Here&#8217;s the details. AGAINST NATURE A speakeasy for dressed-up dandies and vintage vamps. DJs provide a rococo mix of easy listening, showtunes, and exotic pop, punctuated by silent movies, eccentric bands and unconventional cabaret. LIVE [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Dearth Of Cool</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Night 1 of the curfew was Weds 28th, the day of my conviction. Horseferry Road Magistrates&#8217; Court is an unhappy old building. Sad yellow walls, stairs like a 1970s leisure centre in Purgatory. Lots of brooding, broken people sitting around in the reception area, barely held together by their tracksuits. The only people in suits [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Tagged Entry</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s been a while since I was held through the night. No longer. Say hello to my little friend. He&#8217;s moved in along with his Brother, GSM Site Monitoring Unit, and Sister Leaflet. It&#8217;s all so stupid, and it&#8217;s all my fault. A while ago I did some paid work while neglecting to tell the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ludicrous Poppy Syndrome</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Monday eve. To the Gallery at Stoke Newington Library, for a private view with performances. And free Pimms and nibbles, which helps. Suzi L there too. The gallery is a white-walled village hall shape, with its own surprisingly in-tune piano. I take a fancy to various photographs by Beth Thorne, Francis Brooks and Karin Nilsson, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Against Nature &#8211; July Edition</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Can&#8217;t believe how much time has elapsed since the last entry. If nothing else, putting on a club night forces me to connect with the real world and stops me spiralling into Olympic lethargy. When organising things via email, I have found that a sound engineer often signs off with &#8216;cheers mate&#8217;, while a promotions [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Photo diary: Towel Day</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Tuesday, 25th May. I take a towel with me on my typical peregrinations around London. It&#8217;s to mark Towel Day, the international celebration of author Douglas Adams. More info on Towel Day at towelday.org I start at Highgate Cemetery, just up the road from where I live. Mr Adams&#8217;s grave is covered in little offerings [...]]]></description>
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