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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:robinbastard33.blog.co.uk,2009-11-05:/</id><title>The Emporium of Dreams</title><link rel="self" href="http://robinbastard33.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://robinbastard33.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-05T11:21:29+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:robinbastard33.blog.co.uk,2007-04-30:/2007/04/30/can_you_tell_i_ve_never_done_this_before~2186127/</id><title>Can you tell I've never done this before?</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://robinbastard33.blog.co.uk/2007/04/30/can_you_tell_i_ve_never_done_this_before~2186127/"/><author><name>cheryl33</name></author><published>2007-04-30T16:35:39+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:35:39+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I wanted to tell you about a man who ran an antiques business in Plymouth. He called himself Robin Bastard.He had one leg and a wicked twinkle in his eye. He became one of the most forceful dreams in my emporium. He was as brave as I was fearful. Of course this was nearly thirty years ago, and even I was a little braver in those days. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Do you remember him?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;He and I had a daughter, Grace, who is the most beautiful dream in my emporium.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;We buried Geoff (Robin Bastard) at sea in May 2002 but he arose from the waves, via a belgian trawler, the following year and had to be reburied. That was a bad dream. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I will tell you more next time.
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