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The day we saw the Loch Ness Monster |
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True Stories |
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Me and Robert Smith |
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Wold Newman (or: The Ubiquitous Doctor Shade) |
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Spider solitaire: You have to cheat to win |
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I'm not a foodie, but I'm up for anything |
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Iron Maiden: Barren wastes and decaying grins |
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Tying the world together (and getting your end away) with Philip Jose Farmer |
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Life inside the Kiwi culture clash |
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This marriage is getting dorkier by the day |
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I hate my computer and my computer hates me |
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Faith No More: Do you often sing or whistle, just for fun? |
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This one-person book club is harder than it looks |
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Paperbacks From Hell: The sweet smell of rot |
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Teh-mook-ah |
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Pulp: Catch us at it, in the front room |
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Such a fucking nerd |
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Writing about writing: Everything I've ever done, everything I ever do |
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No time for computer games |
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Happy to be the token boy |
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This lack of bookshop is bad for everybody |
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The ancient and lovely shelving of Skara Brae |
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Fred Dagg's Meaning Of Life |
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Censorship can really fuck you up |
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Baird's Bookshop was the best bookshop |
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How to find new music: No context, all feeling |
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The secret origin of the Tearoom of Despair |
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