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                    <title>TV or the Movies</title>
                    <description>In this months issue of Vanity Fair James Wolcott writes a fascinating article comparing TV to the movies.  In light of Billies weekly Doux News which now has me actually looking forward to Sunday nights and J.D.s great post on the movies I got motivated to write a response.I grew up watching movies and not TV.  In fact we did not own a TV until I was nearly ten and even then it was </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/Greater-London/Maida-Vale/blog-714502.html</link>
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                    <title>An Excellent Read</title>
                    <description>One of the best sites on the web is Billie Doux. Set up originally when Billie a pen name was reviewing various television shows it has morphed into a place where people also discuss movies and my personal favourite books. It is one of the few sites I tend to visit every day. One of the two owners and a writer on the site is Josie Kafka. A fantastic writer it was she who actually got me inte</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/Greater-London/Maida-Vale/blog-704399.html</link>
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                    <title>My Friend Billy</title>
                    <description>In life I have found that people are usually either dog people or cat people. I am that rare breed  both. I grew up with dogs. The first a hound called Rover we had to give away because he was too big and too strong for a house with three very small children. The second a golden retriever called Skipper died after we had him for about a week. The third was Boatswain or Bo named after Lor</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/Greater-London/Maida-Vale/blog-701779.html</link>
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                    <title>A Hungary Weekend</title>
                    <description>As those of you who are my faithful readers may have noticed I stopped doing the blog for a while.  Although I loved doing it it does take an enormous amount of time and I began to think of it as a chore.  I would spend hours and hours on an entry and then feel as though I was posting it into the ether as I very seldom got any feedback on it.  In the past couple of months however I have receiv</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Hungary/Central-Hungary/Budapest/blog-401889.html</link>
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                    <title>Where Africa Meets the Middle East</title>
                    <description>There are some places that one has such a clear picture of that it feels as though one has already been.  In my mind Marrakech was one of those places.  I knew what it would look like I knew what it would sound like I knew what it would smell like.  I could not have been more wrong.  I had a very romantic notion of it.  My guidebook describes it as having the pros of cons of both Africa and the</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Morocco/Marrakech-Tensift-El-Haouz/Marrakech/blog-330138.html</link>
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                    <title>The Highland Games</title>
                    <description>A few weeks ago I was talking to some of my friends one of whom is Scottish and telling them how excited I was to be going to Scotland to see the Highland Games.  I told them that I had always wanted to see the men throw the big stick.What are you on about mateYou know that thing where they throw that stick that looks like a telephone pole.For the love of God Bohner.  I</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/Scotland/Aberdeenshire/Braemar/blog-320968.html</link>
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                    <title>The Whiskey Trail</title>
                    <description>Too much of anything is bad but too much of good whiskey is barely enough. Mark Twain who elseIn spite of my latish night I was up with the birds.  I tried to lie in for a while but nothng doing.  I think it was because I was moving to a different part of Scotland today and was excited to get going.I packed up Nessie and hit the road.  First stop on the agenda was Cawdor Castle.  Al</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/Scotland/blog-320970.html</link>
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                    <title>Searching for Nessie</title>
                    <description>Could ... an undiscovered animal as large as the Loch Ness monster possibly exist  The answer is yes.  Animals previously unknown to science have been found more than once in the past hundred years.  For instance there's the megamouth shark megachasma pelagios a fifteenfootlong creature weighing nearly a ton.  The first specimen was discovered on November 15 1976 when it was found entang</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/Scotland/Inverness-shire/Loch-Ness/blog-320955.html</link>
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                    <title>Beautiful Skye</title>
                    <description>Dont you love clouds  I love clouds.  They are so different from what they appear to be.  Flying over them I always want to sink into that billowy white softness.  The reality is so much different.  In the middle of a cloud it is always cold and wet.Good thing I love clouds because I hate heights.  The love of the former got me up a mountain this morning.  I had to go in a gondola that was</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/Scotland/Inverness-shire/Isle-of-Skye/blog-320938.html</link>
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                    <title>Taking the High Road</title>
                    <description>O ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak' the low roadAn' I'll be in Scotland afore ye'But me and my true love will never meet againOn the bonnie bonnie banks O' Loch Lomond. Old Scottish Folk TuneUp far too early.  Can't imagine why I can't sleep.  So I turn on the BBC who are promising a beautiful day fire up the old laptop and wait for the coffee arrive.  It does I kill more time I ev</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/Scotland/Argyll/Oban/blog-317509.html</link>
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                    <title>Changes of Plans</title>
                    <description>The last few days have been all about changing plans.  I was meant to leave for Scotland yesterday but the day after Verona became lost time.  Sensory overload on top of too much wine and too many late nights required me to take a day off.  So tenUK pushed everything back a day for me and I took off this morning.  Isn't the sound of an alarm clock going off at 4.00 worse than the hounds of hel</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/Scotland/Midlothian/Edinburgh/blog-317486.html</link>
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                    <title>Art Music and THAT Balcony</title>
                    <description>THURSDAY 21 AUGUSTI am waiting in the BA queue at Gatwick when a voice behind me says Hello I'm Michael.Before I have a chance to say something really witty like So I turn around and see that the man behind me also has a Martin Randall badge on his bag.  Thank God I think to myself.  For once I kept my mouth shut and won't have to spend the next four days apologising to one of my tour ma</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Italy/Veneto/Verona/blog-316397.html</link>
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                    <title>Giotto's Frescos</title>
                    <description>I woke up this morning unable to believe that we had come to the last day of this trip.  The weekend simply flew by and as I finished up the packing it felt as though we had just arrived.  What a difference the leaving was from the arrivingAfter breakfast we all went down to the coach and climbed aboard for the relatively quick journey to Padua.  We drove through the less historic and less bea</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Italy/Veneto/Padua/blog-316696.html</link>
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                    <title>Music in the Fresh Air  Twice</title>
                    <description>There are two organisations in the UK that do nothing but work to preserve old homes and other landmarks.  If it weren't for the National Trust and English Heritage a lot of the history of this country would be lost to developers and other people willing to tear down centuries old buildings and replace them with blocks of flats.  Run as charities these two groups have found very clever ways to r</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/West-Sussex/blog-313106.html</link>
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                    <title>Looking for Owls in Modern London</title>
                    <description>Do you know where the owls are  I hear a small voice below me at the same time I feel a tug on my trouser leg.  I look down to the discover that the voice belongs to a small Asian boy with eyes the colour of dark chocolate.No love I don't.Oh he says with that tone of disappointment that only a small child can muster.  My heart melts.Would you like me to help you look for themYes  H</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/Greater-London/blog-312809.html</link>
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                    <title>Three Girls in Bath</title>
                    <description>In around 800 BC a Celtic king called Bladud was kicked out of his realm for leprosy.  Because he had nowhere else to go he went off to a place that the locals thought was divine  hot springs coming up out of the soil  He mimicked the swine he had and began to roll around in this mud and lo and behold his leprosy disappeared and a town began to build up around the springs as others came to b</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/Somerset/Bath/blog-310044.html</link>
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                    <title>Two Girls in the Big City</title>
                    <description>My friend Natalie from Sydney has arrived to spend a week with me and to reacquaint herself with London.  She arrived safely last night into Terminal Five Heathrow's new terminal.  To say that this place has had its growing pains is putting it mildly but it is a beautiful building and I was glad to finally be able to see it for myself.Nat and I have been travelling together since we spent a week</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/Greater-London/blog-309640.html</link>
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                    <title>Cowes Sailing Regatta</title>
                    <description>This is now becoming a bit ridiculous.  Every time this summer that I have had an event planned I wake up to lousy weather.  And today that was no mean feat.  The alarm went off at 6.00 so I was at least hoping for the sun.  But no overcast and actually raining.  Putting my faith in Poseidon I donned a bathing suit a skirt and a golf shirt for the better weather that I knew would eventually </description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/Isle-of-Wight/Cowes/blog-308899.html</link>
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                    <title>Rock the Polo</title>
                    <description>All week the weather report has been for thunderstorms on Sunday.  A mixed blessing.  On the one hand something needs to break the heat.  On the other hand six of us had plans to travel out to Windsor to watch the polo match.  As so often happens the BBC got it wrong and we woke up to sunshine and the continuing heat.  At least we didn't have to watch the matches in the rain.At 9.00 we all pil</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/Berkshire/Windsor/blog-305486.html</link>
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                    <title>Beating the Heat</title>
                    <description>OK  it's HOT  I don't mean mildly warm and pleasant.  I mean hot and humid.  What a contrast this is to last weekend.  Sunday night I was at the pub with friends.  We were in jeans jumpers and winter coats.  Today  Shorts and golf shirts are almost too much to bear.  I guess I shouldn't complain  it is July after all.  But one of the reasons I live in England is so I won't have to deal wit</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/Greater-London/Maida-Vale/blog-304734.html</link>
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