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		<title>Brighton Scenes #7</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 13:56:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Backstreet boozer not far from the sea, sunny Sunday evening. A flame haired, ill-tempered 30-something woman approaches the bar. She has enjoyed a few scoops. And I don’t mean ice cream. Her: (Rudely) What wine have you got? Barman: Red or white, madam? Her: White. (As if he should have known that) No Chilean. I’m [...]]]></description>
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<p>Her: (Rudely) What wine have you got?</p>
<p>Barman: Red or white, madam?</p>
<p>Her: White. (As if he should have known that) No Chilean. I’m a wine snob. I hate Chilean.</p>
<p>Barman: We have Sauvignon Blanc, and a Chenin Blanc. </p>
<p>Her: Where’s the Sauvignon from?</p>
<p>Barman: South Africa. Would you like a taste? (She assents and swigs a tasting measure of the Sauvignon Blanc.)</p>
<p>Her: Yeah. That’s ok. I’ll have a bottle of the Chenin.</p>
<p>Barman: (with so much patience) Would you like to taste that one too?</p>
<p>Her: No point. Burnt my mouth on a cup of coffee earlier. Can’t really taste anything. It was proper coffee. I normally have it out of a machine and it’s not so hot. </p>
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