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	<title>Comments on: Writing The Wasp Factory</title>
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		<title>By: Steff Hall</title>
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		<dc:creator>Steff Hall</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 16:19:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I havent read this yet but comments say its very gripping.

&lt;strong&gt;jb says&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh, yes, Steff, don&#039;t wait too long. You have a treat in store.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I havent read this yet but comments say its very gripping.</p>
<p><strong>jb says</strong>: Oh, yes, Steff, don&#8217;t wait too long. You have a treat in store.</p>
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		<title>By: Dick</title>
		<link>http://johnbakersblog.co.uk/writing-the-wasp-factory/comment-page-1/#comment-109820</link>
		<dc:creator>Dick</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2008 09:13:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Some hair-shirt compulsion has had me retaining all of my juvenilia. By and large, the charity towards youthful crassness that comes with age has me smiling in recollection of the consummate prat I was as a teenager. Charity gives way totally when occasionally one of those files falls open and the quarto file pages spill out!

&lt;strong&gt;jb says&lt;/strong&gt;: I can see it would be interesting now, Dick; and I did keep stuff for years in the mistaken belief that it would come in useful some time in the future. Then one day my angel turned up and helped to invent the waste basket.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Some hair-shirt compulsion has had me retaining all of my juvenilia. By and large, the charity towards youthful crassness that comes with age has me smiling in recollection of the consummate prat I was as a teenager. Charity gives way totally when occasionally one of those files falls open and the quarto file pages spill out!</p>
<p><strong>jb says</strong>: I can see it would be interesting now, Dick; and I did keep stuff for years in the mistaken belief that it would come in useful some time in the future. Then one day my angel turned up and helped to invent the waste basket.</p>
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		<title>By: Jim Murdoch</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jim Murdoch</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 12:55:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>And at about the same age I was writing my autobiography, also in pencil in two brown hard backed notebooks I&#039;d bought from Woolworths. It makes me cringe now even thinking about it. It also was never typed up.

&lt;strong&gt;jb says&lt;/strong&gt;: I couldn&#039;t possibly go back that far and look at the things I was writing. Those &quot;explosive bloodbursts of a boily boy in love with the shape and sounds of words, death, unknown love and the shadows on his pillow,&quot; as Dylan Thomas once put it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>And at about the same age I was writing my autobiography, also in pencil in two brown hard backed notebooks I&#8217;d bought from Woolworths. It makes me cringe now even thinking about it. It also was never typed up.</p>
<p><strong>jb says</strong>: I couldn&#8217;t possibly go back that far and look at the things I was writing. Those &#8220;explosive bloodbursts of a boily boy in love with the shape and sounds of words, death, unknown love and the shadows on his pillow,&#8221; as Dylan Thomas once put it.</p>
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