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		<title>Sweet dreams in the board room</title>
		<link>http://prolific.org/2007/08/10/sweet-dreams-in-the-board-room/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2007 14:05:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Caroline</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sabra and Neil from &#8216;So you think you can dance&#8217; perform a really cool jazz routine to the Eurythmics &#8216;Sweet dreams&#8217;. I&#8217;m not keen on Neil as a dancer, (it&#8217;s his posture, the shoulders) but he does know how to &#8230; <a href="http://prolific.org/2007/08/10/sweet-dreams-in-the-board-room/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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<p>Sabra and Neil from &#8216;So you think you can dance&#8217; perform a really cool jazz routine to the Eurythmics &#8216;Sweet dreams&#8217;. I&#8217;m not keen on Neil as a dancer, (it&#8217;s his posture, the shoulders) but he does know how to drama it up. Sabra&#8217;s just so elegant, and amazing since she only recently picked up dance.</p>
<p>SYTYCD is one of my guilty pleasures though this year isn&#8217;t as compelling as last year and I have no clear favourites. It&#8217;s an American show, but presented by &#8211; British &#8211; Cat Deeley, which certainly helps things along nicely.</p>
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		<title>She is sashimi</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Feb 2005 23:35:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Caroline</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Party scene. Crowded. He brings her in, comes over, kisses me while she avoids me. They sit down at the table behind me. I can hear them fight. &#8220;I can&#8217;t do it with HER here,&#8221; she says and I turn &#8230; <a href="http://prolific.org/2005/02/17/she-is-sashimi/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Party scene. Crowded. He brings her in, comes over, kisses me while she avoids me. They sit down at the table behind me. I can hear them fight.</p>
<p>&#8220;I can&#8217;t do it with HER here,&#8221; she says and I turn around.</p>
<p>She is laid out on a silver plate. Her hair is done up and wrapped in a black nylon balaclava like the queen in Disney&#8217;s Snow White. Her neck is Modigliani-long. From the shoulders down she is&#8230; fish. Sashimi. Glittering cuts of silver and blue herring.</p>
<p>I wake up.</p>
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what do you think it all means?<br />
ModSue &#8211; 17 February 2005 &#8211; 22:49</p>
<p>I think it means I had a fever. :)<br />
Caroline (link) &#8211; 17 February 2005 &#8211; 23:27<br />
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		<title>The road to Mizen head</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2004 02:25:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Caroline</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[We&#8217;re dependant on the network&#8217;s reach. It&#8217;s been a while, a week, or more, or less. My head&#8217;s been killing me and my shoulders ache in sync. I got a signal outside, he says. How are ya? OK, I say &#8230; <a href="http://prolific.org/2004/07/06/the-road-to-mizen-head/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We&#8217;re dependant on the network&#8217;s reach.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s been a while, a week, or more, or less. My head&#8217;s been killing me and my shoulders ache in sync. I got a signal outside, he says. How are ya? OK, I say and pause. Continue: moody, up and down like usual.</p>
<p>He says I need a break. I know, I say. I&#8217;ve got one coming up in August.</p>
<p>What are my plans, he wants to know. I stretch out on the sofa and listen to his footsteps and the wind blowing as he walks the road to <a href="http://www.mizenhead.net/">Mizen head</a>. Any further out West and he&#8217;d be in Americay.</p>
<p>Marseille, &#8217;cause I like harbours, I proclaim, or maybe Nice, the flights are cheaper. I don&#8217;t know and I&#8217;ve no money either. It&#8217;s tough on your own, I confess.</p>
<p><em>That&#8217;s life, baby.</em></p>
<p>I remember Mizen head and the journey home &#8212; how that man and I listened to the radio as they took Diana to Westminster Abbey. That was the end of that, the golden girl and our tryst laid to rest in one sad week.</p>
<p>Take a train, he says, like he&#8217;s read my mind. Like he always does. (&#8220;Why don&#8217;t you move to Amsterdam?&#8221;) I might just do that. Take a train. Travel.</p>
<p>There&#8217;s no train to Mizen head.</p>
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