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	<title><![CDATA[Balls on everything]]></title>
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        <![CDATA[<p><img alt="" hspace="5" align="left" vspace="5" _extended="true" src="/article_images/articledir_1397/698516/1_fullsize.jpg" />Good old Ed Balls. He has just given a lobby briefing attacking Tory education plans - at least that was his plan. But he ended up speaking about everything under the sun - Cherie's pregnancy, the <a href="http://www.spectator.co.uk/coffeehouse/698456/offensive-defence.thtml">wickedness of Frank Field</a>, the hopelessness of Crewe, the errors of the 10p Budget, why Labour is &quot;behind the curve&quot; on family finances. He walked into bear trap after bear trap. The lobby loved it, unable to believe their luck. All of this eclipsed his orginal attack message. </p><p> As CoffeeHousers know, I'm keen on education]]>
        
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      <pubDate>, 12 May 2008 19:14:27 GMT</pubDate>
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	<title><![CDATA[The writing's on the wall]]></title>
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        <![CDATA[<p><img vspace="5" hspace="5" align="left" src="/article_images/articledir_1391/695871/1_fullsize.jpg" alt="" _extended="true" />There is a housing development in Brockley, south east London, with an extraordinary piece of graffiti. &#8220;Thanks to Gordon Brown, I will never buy a house,&#8221; it says, and in super-large lettering no less. It is not without economic rationale. Brown&#8217;s easy-money policy at the Treasury led the Bank of England to chase a dodgy inflation measure - therefore, making credit too cheap, and, therefore, inflating an asset bubble. Also Brown&#8217;s failure to reform planning laws put an artificial restriction on supply of UK housing in the face of ever-rising demand. But is]]>
        
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      <pubDate>, 11 May 2008 11:13:35 GMT</pubDate>
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	<title><![CDATA[Obama wins big in North Carolina while Clinton edges home in Indiana]]></title>
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        <![CDATA[<p><img alt="" hspace="5" align="left" vspace="5" _extended="true" src="/article_images/articledir_1316/658161/1_listing.jpg" />It might have been a split decision but with Obama winning North Carolina by <a href="http://www.cnn.com/ELECTION/2008/primaries/results/state/#NC">14 points</a> and coming <a href="http://www.cnn.com/ELECTION/2008/primaries/results/state/#IN">within twenty-odd thousand votes</a> of Clinton in Indiana it was an emphatic points victory for Obama that puts him on the brink of winning the nomination. Hillary Clinton&#8217;s downbeat appearance tonight suggested that she knows the game is almost up. </p><p> On Tuesday morning, the rough metric everyone was using was would Clinton win Indiana by more than Obama won North Carolina. In the end, there was no contest: North Carolina was called]]>
        
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      <pubDate>, 07 May 2008 08:27:40 GMT</pubDate>
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	<title><![CDATA[Pete suggests]]></title>
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        <![CDATA[<p>BOOKS</p><p> <img height="122" alt="" hspace="5" width="80" align="left" vspace="5" _extended="true" src="/article_images/articledir_1315/657966/1_fullsize.jpg" />If you're looking to keep up-to-speed with all things Web 2.0, then you could do worse than read Clay Shirky's <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Here-Comes-Everybody-Organizing-Organizations/dp/0713999896"><em>Here Comes Everybody</em></a>.&#160; Like, say, <a href="http://www.wikinomics.com/">Wikinomics</a>, it's replete with&#160;information about the power of the internet and&#160;mass-collaboration.&#160; However, it also pays attention to the problems of the new, social&#160;dynamics.&#160; Perhaps the key text on all of this.&#160;</p><p> MUSIC</p><p> It's been out for a month-or-so now, but Muse's live album <a href="http://haarp.muse.mu/index.php"><em>Haarp</em></a> is still a frequent port-of-call on my iPod. Like marmite, the Devonshire three-piece are a love-hate thing &#8211;]]>
        
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      <pubDate>, 07 May 2008 02:29:31 GMT</pubDate>
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	<title><![CDATA[Not the marrying type]]></title>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Those days are gone in which romantic novels had heroines called Muriel. Even on first publication 84 years ago, The Crowded Street was not a conventional romantic novel nor Muriel Hammond a conventional heroine &#8212; but the former embraces elements of romance, the latter aspects of heroism. The subversion of our expectations of heroism and romance provides the dynamic of Winifred Holtby&#8217;s second novel, originally published in 1924.</p><p> The Crowded Street is a family saga, comedy of manners and roman &#224; clef. It tells the story of Muriel Hammond, from schoolgirl to maturity. The Hammonds inhabit the determinedly genteel Yorkshire]]>
        
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      <pubDate>, 07 May 2008 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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	<title><![CDATA[Emperor Soros&amp;rsquo;s new clothes]]></title>
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        <![CDATA[<p>If nothing else, three decades as one of the world&#8217;s most successful speculators has taught George Soros how to pitch a book. While the main title of his latest work, The New Paradigm for Financial Markets, might not be the kind of thing to get Waterstone&#8217;s managers clearing their shelves, its subtitle &#8212; The Credit Crisis of 2008 and What It Means &#8212; makes it bang up to date. Even better, Soros rushed it out as a digital download within days of the final words being penned. The implication was that the world couldn&#8217;t possibly wait until 19 May &#8212;]]>
        
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	<title><![CDATA[Another Voice]]></title>
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        <![CDATA[<p>&#8216;You have reminded me, Mr Speaker, that for a minister resigning, permission to make a Personal Statement to the House is granted entirely at your discretion and should be of an explanatory nature. With the speech of the Noble Lord, Lord Howe, in mind, I too will keep mine short: to a thousand words. Members opposite will forgive me if the burden of what I have to say is addressed to my own party even if the implications are perhaps of interest to a wider audience.</p><p> &#8216;I can no longer serve as a minister in this Cabinet. I have come]]>
        
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	<title><![CDATA[An unassuming genius]]></title>
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        <![CDATA[<p>The great director and critic Fran&#231;ois Truffaut once labelled James Stewart as one of those rare actors who could be &#8216;moving and amusing within the same scene&#8217;. Quite so. On the one hand, Stewart &#8212; angular, lanky, and awkward in action and speech &#8212; was made for comedy. That meandering drawl alone is enough to get punters giggling in their seats, &#8216;W...w...w...well, golly.&#8217; But on the other, he was capable of such sincerity of expression that none of his physical quirks matters. Make no mistake, he&#8217;s a truly great actor. And perhaps the only one who could make us believe]]>
        
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	<title><![CDATA[Train strain]]></title>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Bank holiday Saturday afternoon and I&#8217;m standing in a jam-packed railway carriage bound for Cardiff in Wales. If I lift my head, my face is in my nearest neighbour&#8217;s face, so I&#8217;m contemplating my feet. A Welsh woman somewhere is holding a long and intimate telephone conversation in a voice loud enough for all in the carriage to follow it. &#8216;My little one-stop shop? Is that what he called me? I&#8217;ll kill him. If I&#8217;m his little one-stop shop, then he&#8217;s Kwik Fit &#8212; and you can tell him I said that.&#8217; </p><p> I&#8217;m going to Cardiff to look at]]>
        
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