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	<title>Nick Davies &#187; Human stories</title>
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		<title>The strange case of the vanishing boy</title>
		<link>http://www.nickdavies.net/1998/09/01/the-strange-case-of-the-vanishing-boy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 1998 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Child abuse]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Just over four years ago, on the afternoon of Monday June 13 1994, a 13-year-old American boy named Nicholas Barclay vanished on his way home from playing basketball near his home in San Antonio, Texas.]]></description>
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		<title>Bob Hoskins and the filming of Captain Jack&#8217;s Adenture</title>
		<link>http://www.nickdavies.net/1998/05/01/bob-hoskins-and-the-filming-of-captain-jack-s-adenture/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 May 1998 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>nickdavies</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Problems with journalism]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[He was obviously an idiot. In the summer of 1991, most national newspapers carried a short story about a man they called “Yorkshire's answer to Captain Haddock” who lived in Whitby and owned an ancient boat and, for some bizarre reason, had decided to sail all the way to the Arctic with a bunch of friends, thus threatening chaos, confusion and the imminent loss of life.]]></description>
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		<title>Satanism in Sussex</title>
		<link>http://www.nickdavies.net/1997/03/01/satanism-in-sussex/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Mar 1997 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>nickdavies</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Human stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Satanism]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The Guardian]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Lewes is the kind of old English town that tourists like on postcards, with a flag 
fluttering over a Norman castle and good old pubs in twisting streets of antique 
homes and churches. It is an island of colour and calm, protected from the rolling 
green waves of the Sussex Downs by a tall white cliff of battered chalk which 
strikes out southwards from its eastern flank like a gigantic breakwater.
                 .
It was from the summit of this soaring cliff, shortly after noon on Wednesday April 
17  last year, that a young man tumbled 300 feet to his death.]]></description>
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		<title>The stolen children</title>
		<link>http://www.nickdavies.net/1996/03/01/the-stolen-children/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Mar 1996 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>nickdavies</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Australia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Human stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Racism]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The Guardian]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[When Archie Roach was a small child in the early 1950s, he lived in a place called Framlingham, a short row of tin shacks and little brick houses which stood on a dusty, dry plateau near the edge of a gorge about 300 miles west of Melbourne. Once, his family had lived by a riverbank, where they could hunt and catch fresh fish, but the white people had come and ordered all of them - Archie and his six brothers and sisters and their parents - to move into this bleak place. They said it was for their own good, so they could teach them how to read and write and pray.]]></description>
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		<title>Climbing out of old age</title>
		<link>http://www.nickdavies.net/1995/07/01/climbing-out-of-old-age/</link>
		<comments>http://www.nickdavies.net/1995/07/01/climbing-out-of-old-age/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Jul 1995 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>nickdavies</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Human stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The Guardian]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[There is something about climbing that lends itself to symbolism - the struggle towards the highest peak, the search for footholds on the future - and so naturally, it is tempting to take one look at Sid Thompson and Cliff Sandham, clinging to a rock tower in the Lake District like two gnats on a knitting needle, and see them as a metaphor for the conquest of old age.]]></description>
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		<title>Murder as a choice of lifestyle &#8211; the case of Elsey and Petrolini</title>
		<link>http://www.nickdavies.net/1994/11/01/murder-as-a-choice-of-lifestyle-the-case-of-elsey-and-petrolini/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 1994 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>nickdavies</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Criminal justice]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Human stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The Observer]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Jamie Petrolini sits alone in his prison cell. Last year, he was a schoolboy cramming for his A levels at a sixth form college in Oxford, striding around in baggy purple jeans and a big white tee-shirt with No Fear scrawled across the front. Now, he is a notorious killer, aged 19, serving life for murder in a young offenders institution outside Doncaster.]]></description>
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		<title>Where there&#8217;s a will, there&#8217;s a lawyer</title>
		<link>http://www.nickdavies.net/1994/03/01/where-there-s-a-will-there-s-a-lawyer/</link>
		<comments>http://www.nickdavies.net/1994/03/01/where-there-s-a-will-there-s-a-lawyer/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 1994 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>nickdavies</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Human stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The Observer]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Theobald Mathew died early one Sunday morning in July 1983, as he lay in his sister's arms in his villa in Le Treyas on the French Riviera. He was only 44 and his death was sudden but he had written a detailed will and appointed his lawyer and his favourite brother, Tom, as executors to carry out his wishes. His body would be shipped to England for burial and his estate would be settled very simply. Not at all.]]></description>
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		<title>The selling of Postman Pat</title>
		<link>http://www.nickdavies.net/1994/02/01/the-selling-of-postman-pat/</link>
		<comments>http://www.nickdavies.net/1994/02/01/the-selling-of-postman-pat/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Feb 1994 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>nickdavies</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Commercialism]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Human stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The Guardian]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[When John Cunliffe sat down in the back bedroom of his home in the Lake District 15 years ago and started to write a story about a postman called Pat, something very strange began to happen. Cunliffe was not aware of it at the time. He was writing, as he always did, for the fun of it, for the change it gave him from teaching at the local primary school, and it was only years later that he could look back and begin to see the outline of what was really going on.]]></description>
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		<title>The hatred of strangers</title>
		<link>http://www.nickdavies.net/1994/02/01/the-hatred-of-strangers/</link>
		<comments>http://www.nickdavies.net/1994/02/01/the-hatred-of-strangers/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Feb 1994 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>nickdavies</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Human stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Options magazine]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It didn't take long for Jeremy Whaley to realise something was wrong. It was four in the morning, he was alone in his cottage near Petworth in the shadows of the West Sussex Downs, his dogs were asleep and all was quiet. First the phone rang, and then stopped. He was used to that happening and he might simply have turned over and gone back to sleep if his senses had not been sharpened by his years of bitter experience. There was something moving outside.]]></description>
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		<title>Murder among children</title>
		<link>http://www.nickdavies.net/1993/10/01/murder-among-children/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Oct 1993 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>nickdavies</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Criminal justice]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Human stories]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Every evening in Watton is more or less the same. Around six, the children start to gather in the cafe in the High Street, sitting at the moulded plastic tables, pushing butt ends round the ash trays, until the cafe closes at seven and they move across the road to the pavement outside the Gateway supermarket, where they slump together in the doorway and watch the town go dark.]]></description>
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