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	<title>Mat Larkin &#187; neurosis</title>
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		<title>Thai food nearly broke my ankle</title>
		<link>http://matlarkin.com/2007/05/05/thai-food-nearly-broke-my-ankle/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 May 2007 07:30:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mat</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Evil Sulphura, The]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[We’ve ordered Thai food. ‘They say we can pick it up in twenty minutes,’ says the Evil Sulphura. ‘We should leave here in twenty minutes,’ I say. ‘It always takes at least half an hour, and I always end up sitting in that crowded bit at the front, waiting with all the other gullible losers [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I still like your trousers</title>
		<link>http://matlarkin.com/2007/03/07/i-still-like-your-trousers/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Mar 2007 05:18:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mat</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The café is crowded, which gives me a chance to slink in undetected and loiter at the back to observe Justin. He is doling out muffins, coffee and bons mots with charismatic zeal to jonesing office-workers who offer little in the way of intercourse.

Certainly, less than I did.]]></description>
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		<title>Tomorrow and tomorrow and whenever</title>
		<link>http://matlarkin.com/2006/10/08/tomorrow-and-tomorrow-and-whenever/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Oct 2006 07:58:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mat</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[caffeine]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Outside the window, through the <a href="http://matlarkin.com/2006/girlie-grey-part-one/">girlie grey</a> steam, the autumn weeds are waving in a distinctly springish wind. I think I could almost qualify as a perpetual motion machine, infinitely running a distracted loop between the untended garden and the untended computer, if it weren't for the midpoint between the two, which is the television and which is being tended just fine.

I stopped doing creative things three months ago. What happened?]]></description>
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		<title>Living in the future</title>
		<link>http://matlarkin.com/2006/07/13/living-in-the-future/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jul 2006 04:50:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mat</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Naomi Robson]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Oscar]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The Last Monk]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA["Well, the more coffee I drink the more impulsive I become and the more coffee I order," explained Oscar, "so by late morning I tend to feel connected to the here and now, the ghost of Samuel Taylor Coleridge and a quasar at the edge of the known universe I've decided to call Ian."

"I'll get the bill," I said.]]></description>
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		<title>The Other Georgia</title>
		<link>http://matlarkin.com/2005/12/05/the-other-georgia/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2005 03:40:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mat</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Naomi Robson]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[There is a man looking in my study window from the back yard. I suddenly canâ€™t remember where I keep the cricket bat. Heâ€™s swarthy, and heâ€™s tapping on the glass and saying something which I canâ€™t hear because Iâ€™m listening to some traditional Georgian choral music on my headphones and Iâ€™ve just turned up the volume as high as I can stand to get the full majestic effect.]]></description>
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		<title>I believe I can fly</title>
		<link>http://matlarkin.com/2005/08/22/i-believe-i-can-fly/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Aug 2005 05:39:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mat</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[bumper stickers]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[â€œNever,â€ continues the supermodel, waving the little statuette expansively just beyond my reach, â€œhas such pithy cruelty been achieved so quickly from such a position of safety,â€ she raves. I pause. The audience is beginning to look edgy. I reach for the statue, thinking to retrieve the situation with a short, magnanimous speech on the subject of the responsible use of wit.

The supermodel, however, canâ€™t be stopped.]]></description>
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		<title>Englischschlichacha (part two)</title>
		<link>http://matlarkin.com/2005/07/18/englischschlichacha-part-two/</link>
		<comments>http://matlarkin.com/2005/07/18/englischschlichacha-part-two/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Jul 2005 03:11:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mat</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[complete mortification]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[We looked at the football players.  They looked at us.  One of them had a whisk.  This is not a euphemism.

"What did you guys get kicked out of?"  asked my new partner.

"Engleschlitchacha," I twitched.

"Oh great," he said. "Not just nerds.  Retards, too."]]></description>
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		<title>Englischschlichacha (part one)</title>
		<link>http://matlarkin.com/2005/07/14/englischschlichacha-part-one/</link>
		<comments>http://matlarkin.com/2005/07/14/englischschlichacha-part-one/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jul 2005 06:44:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mat</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[complete mortification]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[drinking]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I have a terrible, humiliating and very specific speech impediment.  I find it painfully impossible to pronounce the term 'English Literature' in mixed company.  I can say 'Russian Literature'. I can say 'English cricket team'.  Hell, I can say 'Feodor Mikhailovich Dostoevskij' without blinking, but I honestly cannot say 'English Literature' without dislocating my mandible.  It has haunted me since I was sixteen when, in a profoundly influential life event, I was psychologically traumatised by a bowl of scone dough.

There is an explanation for this, but to make it requires that we briefly revisit a party I attended a couple of weeks ago.]]></description>
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