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Rob Spalding
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To anyone who bought and read my novella Sunday's Unicorn from Amazon, thank you.
I'd be much obliged to anyone who has read it if they could leave a review, it seems the more reviews you have, the better your chance of selling more copies.
Be honest though, score it truthfully, I'm not scrounging for 5 star reviews, just more reviews in general.

Cheers,

Rob

And if you haven't bought it, 
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Sundays-Unicorn-ebook/dp/B005CF7I9Y/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1310639033&sr=8-1

http://www.amazon.com/Sundays-Unicorn-ebook/dp/B005CF7I9Y/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1310639039&sr=8-2

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First new blog in a while.
All about how I ended up in a fight defending Wil Wheaton and my first encounter with a real geek.

Me + booze+ social networks or communication is just a poor idea. Fuck fuck fuckity duck. I can not be trusted by myself

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In tribute, I have decided it's time I got around to reading this.  4 stories in so far, loving the ones about the Family.
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Want a bacon sandwich but avoiding bread to keep down the bloat?
The I present to you, the bacon omewich!
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I blog about The Fades, which I missed on first airing because I am a fool

I should check or post here more often.
Just had to chase out a gang of mutant samurai gerbils. Bitter bastards, apparently they were born in the same accident as "those green ninja bastards", but had a much less competant manager.
Sad times.

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New Blog - Where I Get Angry about a lack of Red Tails distribution
http://wp.me/p1TLIu-2i

A little something I posted before heading out on the piss tonight


To pub or not to pub
That is the question
Whether 'tis nobler to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous prices
Or to intake beer by yourself in your pants
And by drinking them? To get pissed; to pass out;
Again; and by a sleep of drunken rolling
The head-ache and the thousand needles of hangover
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished; never again
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