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        <title>Janey Godley’s blog</title>
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            <title>Fringe Report Awards</title>
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            <author>nobody@vox.com(Janey Godley)</author>
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            <description>       Landing in London on Monday I was exhausted. I had been up half the night with nightmares. Sometimes I suffer really badly from the scary dreams and that night had been a spectacular horror fest. My emotions were ragged and I felt as though my b...    &lt;p style=&quot;clear:both;&quot;&gt; 
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            <title>Glasgow, London and Me</title>
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            <description>      I had such a great time being the compere at Glasgow Jongleurs over the past weekend. The acts had a good time and the audiences loved the shows.  But last night (Saturday) as I stood on stage I noticed a wee red light in the back of the room shi...    &lt;p style=&quot;clear:both;&quot;&gt; 
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            <title>My Old Uncle John</title>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 17:08:05 +0000</pubDate>         
            
            <description>      Back in the late 70s my old Uncle John came to live with my highly dysfunctional family. In our small two bedroom flat there was my brother Jim, his girlfriend and their baby, my other brother David, his best pal Charlie, my mum and my old Uncle ...    &lt;p style=&quot;clear:both;&quot;&gt; 
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            <title>Something’s Are More Important than eating</title>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 01:11:44 +0000</pubDate>         
            
            <description>       The year was 1978. I was standing in the blazing sunshine on a beach in Redcar, in Yorkshire. Wearing a woolly jumper wasn’t a good thing, but I didn’t own a tee shirt or any semblance of summer wear.    Redcar was the place I ran to when I left...    &lt;p style=&quot;clear:both;&quot;&gt; 
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