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29 March 2003
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FISHING FOR EELS
The 21st century ceilidh band, virtually unknown outside East Anglia, pathetically grateful for any work they can get... Local blogger on bass & partner on violin.
8:44:10 AM 
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Dear Diary. Got up from in front of the TV & went out into the Real World. It was sunny. People were everywhere doing things that had nothing to do with mechanised death, columns of refugees or telling lies. I mingled with some of them in the supermarket. I bought a loaf of bread, some bottles of water & a couple of beers. Walked home the long way, down the avenue where the plane trees grow. Kicked a stone across the road; watched a cat stalking a squirrel; saw a green woodpecker flying back into the woods. Came back into the house. Turned on the TV...
12:02:01 AM
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2003
Dick Jones.
Last update:
31/03/2003; 22:47:09.
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