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	<description>All flesh is as grass</description>
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		<title>The Company Shed</title>
		<link>http://blog.dodman.org/archives/87</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 21:50:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[On the basis of a glowing review in a Sunday newspaper, I persuaded my wife and mother, who both love seafood (sadly, I don&#8217;t)  to visit this celebrated shack. The review alluded to &#8220;the best fish and chips you&#8217;ll ever eat&#8221;, as an alternative to the &#8220;seriously good platter&#8221;, so I planned to join them. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Immanuel Kant</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Apr 2010 07:59:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;At some future day it will be proved &#8211; I cannot say when and where &#8211; that the human soul is, while in earth life, already in an uninterrupted communion with those living in another world; that the human soul can act on these beings, and receive in return impressions of them without being conscious [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A light at the end of the tunnel</title>
		<link>http://blog.dodman.org/archives/68</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 17:26:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Day 1: We arrived at our very niftily positioned hotel in the heart of town, well away from the tourist strip. It had a resident blind accordion player outside, and a veranda overlooking a bar. We took a walk uphill, towards the Botanical Gardens, got lost, and returned after dark. Day 2: We took a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Pig Who Sang to the Moon</title>
		<link>http://blog.dodman.org/archives/58</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2009 10:55:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I read this book with increasing frustration at the author&#8217;s fairytale hope of a world where not only are farmyard animals no longer eaten, they coexist happily with humans, while living in conditions indiscernible from those of their forebears. Really? Who would feed them? Why? What would their purpose be? To suggest the one desire [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Cold sores</title>
		<link>http://blog.dodman.org/archives/40</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 14:10:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A traveller should never venture far without his personal bottle of Hydrogen Peroxide and his trusty Alum stone. I took neither, to a place of insanely high heat and humidity, and suffered the indignity of smelling like a stale baby’s nappy from constant, leaking perspiration, and then having to suffer the ritual outbreak of tingling [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bikes on planes</title>
		<link>http://blog.dodman.org/archives/37</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2009 14:09:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I had prepared two separate boxes, one for the bike frame, the other for the wheels, and stuffed both full of frying pans, muesli, flip flops, mosquito tent and assorted stuff. They weighed in at 20kg each. I made them out of original, full length bike boxes from Halfords. Big mistake! I got them to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Alexandroid</title>
		<link>http://blog.dodman.org/archives/31</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 10:01:29 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Alexander Technique]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve often wondered how to distinguish between &#8216;feeling things out&#8217;, an activity that bedevils Alexander enthusiasts, making them look, and probably feel, stiff and awkward, and &#8216;feeling the way to a better place&#8217; which , I believe, represents the best available way of learning the Technique. The danger is of confusing misguided attempts to recreate [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bavarian encounters</title>
		<link>http://blog.dodman.org/archives/27</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jan 2008 18:42:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Taking a bus from the relative tranquility of Las Palmas, in the north of Gran Canaria, to a place called Masapalomas, in the south, we discovered a weird subculture of sun worshippers living there, hundreds upon hundreds of them, who seemed to like nothing better than carving out hollows for themselves in the gritty sand, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Last bus</title>
		<link>http://blog.dodman.org/archives/28</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2007 18:42:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The other day, we visited the villages and citrus groves of the Lecrin Valley. To do this, we walked down to Orgiva, and got a bus to Talera. From there, we reckoned on a pleasant enough ten to fifteen kilometre stroll along little used roads and footpaths to take in three or four villages, before [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Seychelles break</title>
		<link>http://blog.dodman.org/archives/25</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Apr 2007 07:35:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[At around 8pm, I slip away and take my evening shower. It’s an ecstatic moment, stepping beneath the tepid water and sluicing the congealed sweat off. I then slide into bed, taking care to tuck the sides of the mosquito net under the mattress, having first switched the bedside fan on. For the first week [...]]]></description>
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