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	<description>Start the week</description>
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		<title>Words</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A musician colleague and I email each other frequently about pieces we are working on and we sometimes amuse ourselves by breaking the rules, to (we hope) comic effect. Sometimes we follow the Spooner tradition of switching the first part of two words. Instead of writing ‘the tricky bit in the last line’ we would [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://paulwigmore.co.uk/monday/2010/09/words/</link>
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		<title>Short Story</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In the mid-1950s I was newly-married. We had just arrived at our new house and I was starting to battle with the novel experience of creating a garden. It had been a paddock, with much of the original cobbled stone yard still visible above the soil. All of this, of course, had to be routed [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://paulwigmore.co.uk/monday/2010/08/short-story/</link>
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		<title>The Squirt</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I detested him. He was five years younger than me. When you’re twelve, all younger boys are squirts. My parents and his were close friends and during the occasional visit by one family to the other I was expected to play with him. Actually play with him. A complete squirt. I could barely look at [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://paulwigmore.co.uk/monday/2010/08/the-squirt/</link>
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		<title>How to catch a pigeon</title>
		<description><![CDATA['You hold the ladder. Now, see, we do it like this...']]></description>
		<link>http://paulwigmore.co.uk/monday/2010/08/how-to-catch-a-pigeon/</link>
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		<title>The Willys Jeep</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am grateful for many things and I've just discovered one that I'd never thought of before: my surname is not Willys. Whether or not John Willys (1873-1935) liked his family name I don’t know. It doesn’t matter; the Willys Jeep appeared in 1941 and was a blessing to military units anywhere and everywhere. Find [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://paulwigmore.co.uk/monday/2010/08/the-willys-jeep/</link>
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		<title>The Sun</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have always been keen on skies. Dawn, sunrise, storm, sunsets - anything but the flat grey panoply that’s only good for portraits. Of all of them, sunset and sunrise are the most universally attractive to the person with a camera. But they’re also far from easy to shoot. Because of the speed with which [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://paulwigmore.co.uk/monday/2010/08/the-sun/</link>
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		<title>Slightly Unwell</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The author is slightly unwell. Back next week, Deo volente.]]></description>
		<link>http://paulwigmore.co.uk/monday/2010/07/slightly-unwell/</link>
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		<title>The Bikini</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Remembering last week childhood days of gruesome clothing and swimming gear in particular, I was reminded of an incident that occurred many years later while I was a freelancing photographer. I was commissioned to join a film crew for a few days and to write an illustrated piece about it for a magazine. On location, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://paulwigmore.co.uk/monday/2010/07/the-bikini/</link>
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		<title>Growing up &#8211; 2</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Some boys stopped doing it when they grew up. The rest of us carried on. The occupation? Practical jokes. Like making apple-pie beds for your enemies. The apple-pie bed became impossible with the arrival of the duvet. It thrived in the years when beds were a matter of an undersheet, a top sheet and a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://paulwigmore.co.uk/monday/2010/07/growing-up-2/</link>
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		<title>Growing up</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have been asked to write something about my experience of growing up. There are those who will tell you I never did, and I can’t argue with that. After all, can a fully adult man sit at his computer flying a fake aircraft? Consider. At the age of six or thereabout I happened to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://paulwigmore.co.uk/monday/2010/07/growing-up/</link>
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