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	<title>Comments on: Yeah, all right: more memage</title>
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	<description>inde vides agilem bella gerentem</description>
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		<title>By: David Gillies</title>
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		<dc:creator>David Gillies</dc:creator>
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		<description>The Diana thing: I was spark out after a lengthy session the night before. The phone rang at 8.30 or so. I groggily picked it up and heard my mother saying, &quot;David, I&#039;ve got some bad news.&quot; Oh Christ, I thought, Dad&#039;s had a heart attack. Sister&#039;s been run over by a car. &quot;Princess Diana died.&quot; Oh, thank God for that! was my immediate emotion. Some vapid clothes horse with the IQ of a sack of doorknobs got herself killed by a drunk maniac. Back I went to bed and slept the sleep of the just (and hungover). I think it was this that caused me to cast such a jaundiced eye over the sob-fest that transpired over the next few weeks. I still get faintly bilious when I picture Elton John bashing away at the old joanna in Westminster Abbey. I haven&#039;t completely forgiven my mother yet, either.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The Diana thing: I was spark out after a lengthy session the night before. The phone rang at 8.30 or so. I groggily picked it up and heard my mother saying, &#8220;David, I&#8217;ve got some bad news.&#8221; Oh Christ, I thought, Dad&#8217;s had a heart attack. Sister&#8217;s been run over by a car. &#8220;Princess Diana died.&#8221; Oh, thank God for that! was my immediate emotion. Some vapid clothes horse with the IQ of a sack of doorknobs got herself killed by a drunk maniac. Back I went to bed and slept the sleep of the just (and hungover). I think it was this that caused me to cast such a jaundiced eye over the sob-fest that transpired over the next few weeks. I still get faintly bilious when I picture Elton John bashing away at the old joanna in Westminster Abbey. I haven&#8217;t completely forgiven my mother yet, either.</p>
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