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 <title>Brewster Pensen clears his throat</title>
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;Bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronn&lt;br /&gt;
tuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!&lt;br /&gt;
Voila. I am writing this a few hundred yards from Kipling&#039;s East Sussex manse. I dare be no more specific than that. Although I live in ******* (imagine London is a goal, now imagine you have struck your penalty at my flat, and finally imagine what every commentator is mandated to say at this point over the replay: &quot;too straight, really...and that&#039;s a nice height for the &#039;keeper, Clive&quot;). In *******, I am &quot;a nice height for the &#039;keeper, Clive&quot;. Since I do not want to be saved (or rather, to chase the joke (away), salvation is the very LAST thing I want) I will only write this &#039;blog from East Sussex (low and to the &#039;keeper&#039;s left) or in Croydon (low and straight down the middle). Good. Ready? Now, that sign says &quot;apple sauce&quot;...&lt;/p&gt;
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 <description>&lt;p&gt;Hello, yes, hmmm. The Footage here. I’d just like to take this opportunity to thank… No? Oh, OK then. Well, can I at least...?... Yes, yes, very quickly. Well, welcome to the site, lovers of music, words and Footage band members. Medium- to long-term followers will have noticed a dearth of gigs, commentary and general back-slapping camaraderie of late. For this I’ve conceived many excuses, all of which are linked, in some fashion or another, to the much maligned sloth. The clingy, black-eyed tree dweller is quite the talker, I’ll have you know.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Fri, 28 Jul 2006 17:32:02 +0100</pubDate>
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