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	<title>Clive Limpkin</title>
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	<description>Photography, Writing &#38; Diary</description>
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		<title>call the cops</title>
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The most callous case of granny dumping Henley police have ever encountered.
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		<link>http://clivelimpkin.com/2010/07/06/most-callous-case-of-granny-dumping-henley-police-have-ever-encountered/</link>
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		<title>Speed</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Had Alex and I picked up hitchhikers as we drove home through France last week, (hypothetical of course as the Golf couldn’t take another half of rosé), they would have been mystified when she, at irregular intervals, would say “Bollocks” in a testy voice as she stared out the passenger window, then again &#8211;  [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://clivelimpkin.com/2010/04/18/speed/</link>
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		<title>Opera Notes</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Royal Opera House’s forthcoming production based on the life of Anna Nicole Smith might offend the cognoscenti, but what a story line…..
At eighteen she married a kitchen hand while working at Jim’s Crispy Fried Chicken Restaurant near Waco,Texas; when the marriage failed she moved to Houston but her lack of talent as a topless [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://clivelimpkin.com/2010/04/02/opera-notes/</link>
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		<title>Any Particular Table?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Fifteen months after the Mumbai terrorist attacks, security remains very… well, Indian. Sort of ho-hum karma. Hotels check beneath cars with mirrors on rollerskates; some look in the glovebox, some glance at the luggage, few do both. It gets more perfunctory as the queue and hooting grows but with Mumbai traffic it’s hard to know [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://clivelimpkin.com/2010/03/06/any-particular-table/</link>
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		<title>Cats and Carats</title>
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After two fruitless days last week criss-crossing the Gir National Park’s dusty hinterland for the elusive Asian lion – smaller than their African cousins and lacking their natural sense of rhythm  &#8211; we were on the verge of asking Alex to volunteer as tethered bait when our guide Desraj got a radio call from [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://clivelimpkin.com/2010/03/06/cats-and-carats/</link>
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		<title>Carry on up the Khyber</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Land of Contrasts? Tell me about it. Yesterday we trained from Cochin, a local second class stopper laughably called the Parasuram Express, which hugs the Keralan coast for eight hours of swaying hell as an army of shouting hawkers march the aisle with chai, coffee, curries, fried bananas, dodgy torches, Hindu fiction and religious tracts, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://clivelimpkin.com/2010/02/22/carry-on-up-the-khyber-2/</link>
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		<title>Low margins in Backwaters</title>
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In the absence of roads in the Keralan Backwaters all haulage is by lake or canal and with profit margins thinner than the locals, overloading is the norm. These two are shifting sand for construction with a freeboard that would have Samuel Plimsoll turning in his grave. Nifty bailing with a handy saucepan is the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://clivelimpkin.com/2010/02/18/858/</link>
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		<title>Pondicherry</title>
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After shooting a feature at Calcutta’s Future Hope School which rescues  street children from Hell-on-Earth slums, we felt ready for R&#38;R in  Pondicherry, staying at a colonial gem in the French Quarter described  in its brochure as ‘a hotel that never ceases to surprise,’ a claim born  out as [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://clivelimpkin.com/2010/02/17/855/</link>
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		<title>Greenest of the Green</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In a semi-lunar landscape of parched scrub near Jaisalmer, a brushwood fence rings six mud and dung thatched cottages in an area smaller than a tennis court which an extended family of twenty eight Bishnoi farmers call home, standing shyly on the spotless mud floor that shines with constant sweeping.
Rajasthan’s last three monsoons have been [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://clivelimpkin.com/2010/02/08/greenest-of-the-green/</link>
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		<title>Woolly Thinking</title>
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India’s Thar Desert isn’t Peter O’Toole desert, too scrubby for that, but still desolate enough for a bend in the road to be viewed as a major feature. You can pass a hundred miles of nothing and then something. Like this &#8211; a perfect circle of a dozen sheep, their bowed heads facing inwards and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://clivelimpkin.com/2010/02/05/woolly-thinking/</link>
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