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Published: February 5th 2008
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It was with not so spritely shuffles, yelps and a winces that we got into beloved Bart to venture on in our journey down the west coast. I was walking about like steptoe (minus the gerning of course) for days after our volcanic tramping expedition - I am craving a good sesh with my guru Johnny Yoga like nobodies business (Amy please send him my love - by way of a sedate zen bow or something). Av...
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