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			<title>The Man Who Stole The Crown Jewels - a short story by Patrick Mackeown</title>
			<pubDate>Fri, 8 Sep 2006 22:31:00 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description>This is a true story.
In England we killed our king. Well, when I say that we did, what I mean is that Oliver Cromwell did. And, having chopped the monarch's head off, and abolished the kingly office, Oliver clearly had no need of crowns, orbs, sceptres, and other princely decorations, which are necessary for conducting coronations. So, in our earthly wisdom, we removed the jewels from the decorations that we had, and melted the whole lot down for scrap. It was extremely valuable scrap, mind you. But, that was all it was.
Then an awful thing happened. We needed another king! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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			<title>Need a Hand? - a short story by Patrick Mackeown</title>
			<pubDate>Mon, 31 Jul 2006 22:31:00 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description>The Jubilee Tower is more than a hundred and fifty feet high. It's the perfect place to watch girls passing below. On the prettiest ones we might drop something. Or we might simply make some kind of comment. Such behaviour is both idle and immature, I know, but nevertheless we can't resist it.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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			<title>The Haitian Story Project, the beginning of a thriller by Patrick Mackeown</title>
			<pubDate>Sun, 09 Jul 2006 18:31:00 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description>"Please send me money. I'm a Nigerian prince and I will pay you back generously if only you help me now." Does that sound familiar? Find out how
some smart people have out-smarted the scammers.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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			<title>The Devil's Brothers, a thriller by Patrick Mackeown</title>
			<pubDate>Mon, 26 Jun 2006 20:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description>Catherine Bronston, a fifteen-year-old girl, is snatched outside her local swimming pool. The kidnappers, ruthless Albanian mafiosi, issue a ransom demand containing dismembered body parts. Catherine's father fears that the ongoing police investigation could reduce the possibility of her being found alive.
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			<title>The Haitian Story Project, by Patrick Mackeown</title>
			<pubDate>Sun, 25 Jun 2006 20:55:00 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description>Chaos and colour hit Antonia as she arrives in Haiti to find her husband who has fallen into the hands of a local crime gang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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			<title>Robbing Securicor, by Patrick Mackeown</title>
			<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jun 2006 22:32:00 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description>A van is robbed. Three people are there. We sit with them and observe the tension on their faces. We witness the pain inflicted on the security staff who fail to defend their property. But all is not as it seems.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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			<title>Limerick re Internet porn, by Patrick Mackeown</title>
			<pubDate>Sat, 17 Jun 2006 11:32:00 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description>Internet officials got so upset by porn they had read&lt;br /&gt;
They came up with the domain xxx in their head&lt;br /&gt;
But they were far too demented&lt;br /&gt;
to implement the domain they'd invented&lt;br /&gt;
So they all simply did nothing instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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			<title>In Hank's Town, a short story by Patrick Mackeown</title>
			<pubDate>Sat, 17 Jun 2006 11:31:00 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description>"That's the dumbest thing I ever heard, boy. You gonna have to do better than that, I'm tellin' you," Sheriff Hank Callan said, snorting deeply and expelling a giant globule of phlegm onto the dusty floorboards at our feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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